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gogogodzilla · 11 months ago

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𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟻, 𝟸𝟶𝟹𝟸, 𝙰𝙼 𝟶𝟼:𝟸𝟽:𝟹𝟼

Summary: A series of attacks against androids leads you and Gavin deeper into your investigation with more questions than answers masterlist ✩ ao3 ✩ wattpad ✩ previous chapter ✩ next chapter ✩

In the early hours of the morning, you’re awoken by persistent knocking sounding throughout your apartment. The sun has just barely risen above the horizon and a soft glow bathes your bedroom. You slowly blink awake, clumsily attempting to gather your thoughts and force your body to get up.

Your steps toward your front door are uncoordinated and you stumble a little as you wipe the sleep from your eyes. You open the door a crack and your eyes meet Gavin’s.

You can barely process the thoughts running through your head before you slam the door shut and hurriedly attempt to make yourself look halfway presentable. You freeze as you’re running your fingers through your hair. Why were you acting like this? It’s not like you cared about what Gavin thought about your bedhead.

You shake your head in an attempt to wake yourself up. He just caught you off guard, that’s all. Once satisfied with your rationalization of your actions, you open the door again, calmer this time. Your brows furrow at Gavin’s grim expression and before the question can form on your tongue, he’s answering you.

“Another one showed up this morning.”

You sigh as your heart sinks, all qualms about your appearance quickly thrown out by the dread that fills you. Androids began showing up mutilated and dumped like garbage in early December shortly after the break-in at the Cyberlife warehouse. This normally wouldn’t concern you or Gavin, and you’d just brush it off as someone mistreating their android. There was no shortage of that these days. However, the way these androids are showing up isn’t normal, and it’s too frequent to be pure coincidence.

You open the door wide enough so he can enter your apartment. He wordlessly crosses the threshold, and his gaze immediately darts around to take in his surroundings. The open floor plan of your apartment gives him a view of your living room and kitchen with a hallway to the left leading to your bedroom and a bathroom.

“Nosey,” you tease, grinning despite what waits for you once you leave the sanctuary of these four walls. A small part of you wants to stall– to do anything to avoid the lifeless eyes of another android.

Gavin immediately moves his gaze to the floor and then to your eyes. He looks almost bashful for a moment, but you wave him off.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” you assure before returning to your bedroom to get changed. Your apartment is still sparsely decorated, so it’s not like Gavin had much to look at. You haven’t exactly had much time to shop for decor while chasing some crazy criminal.

After a few minutes, you’re dressed and ready to go. Snow covers the ground outside, and you make sure to grab your good boots. You exit your bedroom and are hit with the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

You raise a brow as you head toward your kitchen island where Gavin has taken up residence on one of your bar stools. A mug occupies one hand and his phone occupies the other.

“You certainly made yourself comfortable,” you comment as you lean on the kitchen island.

He slides a travel mug toward you, not looking up from his phone, “I made you a cup.”

You hesitantly grab the cup, warmth flooding your cheeks at the unexpected gesture. You take a sip, and your eyes widen. It’s perfect.

“Don’t look so surprised, sweetheart,” he says, sarcasm dripping from his words. “We’ve been partners long enough for me to at least learn how you like your coffee.”

You can’t help the flutter in your chest as you take another sip. It takes you a moment to regain your thoughts. “I just didn’t think you paid attention to that kind of stuff,” you shrug, avoiding his gaze.

He scoffs and nudges you as he heads toward the front door, “You should know better, sweetheart. It’s my job to be observant.”

Now. it was your turn to scoff before following him out the door, coffee cup clutched tightly in your hand.

You easily settle into Gavin’s passenger seat and take a sip of your coffee as Gavin pulls out of the parking lot of your apartment building. “What do we know?” you question as Gavin navigates through the streets of Detroit.

“Body was found early this morning by a nurse getting off the night shift, hence the wake-up call. The responding officers already took his statement and let him go,” Gavin mentions as he drives. He taps absentmindedly on the steering wheel.

You nod, “How bad is it?”

He’s quiet for a moment. “Just as bad as the others— insides on the outside, covered in gashes, missing limbs.”

You grimace as your stomach rolls, “Poor bastard.”

The rest of the car ride passes in silence as you mentally prepare for the scene waiting for you. Your mind flashes back to the first android that showed up like something out of a horror film— you lost your lunch as soon as you got a glimpse of it and Gavin made fun of you for weeks afterward. You couldn’t help it though, not when they look so lifelike.

Finally, you reach the crime scene. Gavin parks haphazardly on the other side of the alley where the android was found, and you quickly exit the car. The freshly fallen snow crunches under your boots as you follow Gavin across the street. He holds up the yellow caution tape surrounding the scene and you quickly duck under it.

He lets out a low whistle as he catches sight of the android, “Be glad you didn’t have a big breakfast, sweetheart.”

You give him a dirty look but brace yourself regardless.

The android looks like all the others that have popped up within the past few weeks, and you frown. You kneel beside the android and examine her wounds, attempting to breathe through your nose and not gag at the scene.

Thirium covers her remaining limbs and abdomen, which appeared clawed open, exposing her mechanical insides. Gavin hands you a pair of nitrile gloves, and you take them gratefully. Your eyes scan the android’s wounds, before briefly landing on her features. Her eyes stare lifelessly at the sky, and you can’t help but feel a pang of sorrow for her. You return your gaze to the open gashes on her abdomen. It’s always unsettling how much the androids look like humans.

“Do you think she was killed here or in another location?” you question as Gavin kneels beside you.

“I don’t think whoever did this would care enough to dump it in another location. They probably just grabbed it straight off the street and dragged it over here. We won’t know about the thirium splatter pattern until your people from Cyberlife get here,” Gavin answers.

“Any security cameras in the area?”

Gavin scoffs, “Sure, but whether they work or not is a different question. Most shop owners in the area just have them for decoration.”

“It must’ve been a blitz attack to take down an android. They’re pretty strong, even if they’re not fighting back,” you comment and Gavin hums in acknowledgment.

“It’s too messy to tell for sure, but look at the cuts along its abdomen,” Gavin says as he points to the outer rim of the android’s gaping wound. “They look almost surgical.”

You furrow your brows and take a closer look. He’s right. The cuts are too straight, too perfect. Someone who’s attacking in a hate-filled rage usually resorts to overkill, which definitely wouldn’t lead to such precise cuts.

You pick up the android’s remaining arm and look at her fingertips. Gavin watches you and raises a brow.

“What’re you doing?”

You pull her arm closer to you, “What if she didn’t want to die? What if she fought whoever attacked her? If she did, we could get some DNA from under her fingernails.”

“Do androids have self-preservation protocols? Sounds like something Cyberlife would add to save themselves money.”

You shrug, “It’s not impossible, I guess. She wouldn’t feel pain, but androids have been able to have human-like reactions to their biocomponents being damaged. What’s more human than trying to save your own skin?”

You flag down one of the scientists collecting forensic evidence and request them to swab under the android’s fingernails. The look they give you causes Gavin to fight back a laugh, but they do it anyway. You give them a grateful smile as they return to their normal duties.

“So, if it’s not people destroying their androids, what sicko is going around dissecting androids and then dumping them on the side of the street?” Gavin questions as you head back to his police cruiser.

“The same sicko that broke into a Cyberlife warehouse and stole specific parts. They must need them for something,” you ponder as you open the car door and sink into the passenger seat.

“Or someone,” Gavin murmurs as he starts the car.

You blink for a moment, asking yourself how you could be so stupid. What if this person isn’t stealing these parts to sell on the black market? What if this person is stealing these parts because something, or someone, needed them?

“You’re a genius, Reed,” you declare, breathing out a laugh.

Gavin nearly swerves into the next lane at your compliment as he looks over at you. “What did you just say?”

“These parts aren’t for some crazy science project or to sell on the black market. What if the person who’s taking these parts is doing it because someone else needed them?”

“Sweetheart, I think the long hours are finally getting to you.”

“I’m serious, what if we’ve been looking at this all wrong? Think about it, all the parts stolen from Cyberlife were biocomponents and processors. There were at least ten other things in that warehouse that were a hell of a lot more expensive than those parts.”

Gavin is silent for a few moments, and you can practically see the wheels turning in his head.

“So, what? What could someone possibly need biocomponents for?” he questions.

“Maybe they’re trying to build their own android? Regardless, we have to stop them before more androids show up like this one and the dozen before it.”

He sighs, “We can think more about it once we get to the station.”

“We should head to Cyberlife. Maybe this person is looking for something specific and we’re just not seeing it. The engineers there would know what to look for,” you suggest and look over at Gavin.

“Look at you, thinking like a cop and not a scientist,” he says, and he’s grinning as he looks over at you.

That same fluttery feeling from weeks ago fills you as you avoid his gaze. “I’m not just thinking like a cop, I’m thinking like you.”

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bleachonmyskinnyjeanz · 4 months ago

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stephobrien · 6 months ago

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The political situation in the USA is grim, but there is hope.

Here are some of the strategies some Democrats are using - and additional strategies they can use - to protect their most vulnerable constituents from Republicans' hate-based legislation.

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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 305. brb x oc

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Beatrice was having several days of motherly guilt. Sure, she had to work at the Hard Deck and her kids were okay with her parents..but she always cried a little about leaving them alone. Especially now, with Shells looking at her, patting her back gently as the blonde drove her back home, “There,there.”

“I–” Bea sniffs, “I-I should be there with them more! They are all babies.”

‘I mean,girl,” Shells tilted her head, “It’s not like you are leaving Nikki,Gavin and Aurora to fend for themselves. They are okay, relax.”

Shells continued to pat Beatrice's back soothingly as the car rolled through the quiet streets, "I get it, Bea. But you gotta cut yourself some slack," Shells said, glancing over at her friend. "You're doing what you gotta do. Besides, they love their grandma and grandpa. It's like a vacation for them."

Beatrice sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I know, I know. It's just... I feel like I'm missing out on so much.I don't want to be the mom who's always working and never there."

Shells raised an eyebrow. "Bea, you're not that mom. You're a damn good mom. And your kids know it. They also know that you're working hard to give them a good life. It's quality over quantity, my friend." she pauses, a grim smile on her face, “Believe me,I’d know what a bad mother would be like.”

Shells chuckled, reaching over to give Bea's hand a squeeze. "Hey, you're not missing everything. You're providing for them, giving them a stable home. And besides, you're not alone in this. You've got me, Penny, and the whole gang at the Hard Deck."

Beatrice managed a small smile, appreciating Shells' attempt to lift her spirits. "I just hate feeling like I'm not enough."

Shells shook her head, her blonde hair bouncing with the motion. "Hey!Hey! Cut that out!You are more than enough, Bea. You're a badass mom!And a great friend! And one hell of a bartender. Don't forget that." the blonde narrows her eyes “And that is a threat.”

Bea smiles softly, shaking her friend’s hand, “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Shells smiles back, “...what brought this on? You were fine a few weeks back.”

The brunette just shrugged,sinking in her seat as she props her elbow on the door,rubbing her forehead, “I dunno…they are amazing babies. The twins,well, they just got out from the hospital so it’s normal for them to be a bit louder but…really, they are all great. Nicole tries to be present every time too and she’s so curious about them.”

“Mhm.”

“I guess…” she frowns, “I don’t want to sound like a broken record, but I guess I miss Rooster.” and her gaze softens as she looks at her wedding ring, “We…didn’t speak for a few weeks now so,I dunno…”

“I mean, you two are so sickening in love I’m not surprised.” Shells mutters, albeit she is smiling because…well,she missed Bob too. He was still deployed with Rooster and the others after all, “He’s alright,though. You know this mission has been hell for them.”

The car rumbled softly as it navigated the suburban streets, the occasional streetlamp casting a warm glow over Beatrice's troubled expression. "I know, and I'm proud of him. It's just... I miss him, you know? It's hard not having him around, especially when the kids are growing up so fast."

Shells turned into the quiet street where Beatrice's house stood, easing the car into the driveway. She put the gear in park and turned to face her friend. "Bea,it's okay to miss him. It's okay to feel a little lost without him around. But you're holding it together like a champ."

“Am I?”

“If you weren’t I’d beat your ass.”

Beatrice managed a weak smile, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her seatbelt. "Thanks, Shells. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Shells shrugs softly, pursing her lips, “Your life would be pretty boring.” As she followed Bea out of the car, the brunette laughing in agreement as she pulled out the keys from her bag. The dogs ,well Eleanor, started barking as soon as she noticed someone coming.

The warm glow from the porch light spilled onto the front lawn as Beatrice and Shells approached the house. And both women paused as Bea slid the key to the door. “You smell that?”

“I do.”

“...shit Bea,is your mom cooking??” Shells snapped her gaze to her friend’s hand, “Open the door!”

Beatrice turned the key, the door swinging open to reveal a wave of inviting warmth and the tantalizing aroma of home-cooked food. The barking escalated as Eleanor, bounded toward them, her tail wagging vigorously.

Beatrice's parents were obviously busy in the kitchen, she could hear her father’s voice echoing as he talked to her mother. And it wasNicole, who snuck away to meet them first with Jolene being the most faithful pitbull behind her so she doesn’t fall.

"Mama!" Nicole giggled, waddling faster towards Bea who just tossed her bag to the side and crouched down to her level..

"Hey, sweetie!" Beatrice lifted Nicole into her arms, squeezing her tightly,combing some of the brown hair away from her face. "Miss me?" Nicole babbled happily, a few sentences did sound like ‘yeah!’ before she pointed to the kitchen.

Beatrice chuckled, pressing a kiss to Nicole's forehead. "I missed you too, baby girl. What are your nonni planning,hm?”

Shells stepped closer after she locked the door for Bea, “And can auntie Shells have some because you know, your mama’s family is Italian and your nonna is the best cook ever.”

Beatrice laughed, “I’m sure there’s enough food there for an army.” she said while carrying Nicole towards the enticing aroma emanating from the kitchen. Shells followed suit,almost vibating with excitement.

As they entered the kitchen, the sizzle of something frying, and the murmur of Beatrice's parents engaged in animated conversation were the only distraction from something in her oven.

"Ah, Beatrice! You're home!" Claudia exclaimed, wiping her hands on her apron and rushing over to embrace her daughter. "And Nicole, my little sunshine! You escaped from your nonno,” she tuts playfully, tapping her granddaughter’s nose.

Rafael sips his tea, he hates it but it’s better for his heart ever since his surgery, then looks at the group, “She has the Schiavoni genes, what can I say?”

“And what,” Bea begins after handing Nicole to her mother, “Does that mean,papa?”

“Well, you know, “ he waves his hand, “She’s unstoppable.”

“Uh-huh.” Beatrice took a seat at the table, Nicole on her lap, while Shells stood by the counter, trying to contain her excitement for the impending feast. Jolene,had found a cozy spot in the corner, keeping a watchful eye on the proceedings with Jack joining her like the good mama’s boy he is, “Mama…are you baking bread?”

“Well just a little something.” Claudia waves her hand, “I figured you’d come home hungry and,well, I wanted to give you a little something.” she turned her gaze to Shells, “And since Shells took you to work I assumed she’d bring you back. So I did a little something for both of you.”

Shells looked ready to cry.

“Mama, there was no need,”Bea whispered, “Really, you two are already doing so much for me…how were the kids tonight, by the way?”

Claudia smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she closed the oven once she checked on the loaf of Italian bread. "Oh, they were angels, as always. Your father and I love taking care of them. Nicole is an angel,Aurora is such a sweetheart, and Gavin, well, he's got his father's charm."

Rafael chuckled from his spot at the table. "That boy is going to break hearts one day, just like his old man." followed by a swat from Claudia.

Beatrice grinned, “Well,I’m in no hurry.” she looks down when Nicole waddles close to her so she can be picked up and placed on her mother’s lap. Beatrice kissed her head once she’s settled, “But mom, really, there was no need for all of that.”

Claudia waved her off as usual. “Nonsense.” she just grabs a pot that’s boiling with something that smells great “I made us some meatball soup to go with the bread.”

“Wh-mom–”

"Mrs. Schiavoni, you're a miracle worker in the kitchen!" Shells exclaimed, "I might need to recruit you for some cooking lessons."

“You hate cooking.’

“Well, your mom doesn’t know that!”

Claudia laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, Shells, you're too kind. But I'd be happy to share a few recipes with you. Cooking is a labor of love, and I can make you appreciate that." it was the kindest threat Shells ever got so she took it kindly. “Now, please, let’s eat.”

Beatrice blinked, then stood up from her chair, “I’m just going to check on the twins and charge my phone.” she shakes the small device in her hand while holding Nicole with the other, “I won’t take long,promise.”

“You better because if not I’ll eat everything!!”

Beatrice laughs softly before walking up the stairs where she tiptoed into the nursery, the soft glow of a night light illuminated the room. Gavin and Aurora, wrapped in cozy blankets, lay peacefully in their cribs. The rhythmic rise and fall of their breaths were accompanied by the tiniest tinkle of a music box that brought back so many memories for her.

They used to put it in her room when she was young.

She leaned down to gently stroke Gavin's soft curls, smiling at the innocence that radiated from his cherubic face. Aurora, mirrored his peaceful slumber in the adjacent crib...little brows furrowed however as she appeared to be in a deep dream The sight of her children sleeping so soundly filled Beatrice's heart with warmth. The heaviness disappeared…for a little bit.

“Say good night to your brother and sister,Nikki.” she whispers to her oldest toddler who just nw learned to say ‘night night’ and used it to her advantage, waving her little arm down at her siblings. Soon enough, Jack slowly trotted in, his large furry form immediately flopped under the cribs and the huge dog let out a sleepy sigh while giving Beatrice the biggest puppy dogs eyes ever.

Beatrice chuckled at the sight of Jack, stationed as the guardian of the nursery. “Maybe we should give you a knight’s helmet too,Jackie.”She leaned down to give him a quick pat on the head. "Good boy, Jack. Guard the fort."

As she exited the nursery, the soft strains of the music box lingered in her ears. Beatrice made her way to her bedroom, where the faint glow of her own night light shone through. She plugged in her phone as she set the toddler by her side on the bed, glancing at the screen to see a few missed emails. Ignoring them for now,since they were nothing serious.she took a deep breath and allowed herself a moment to unwind.

She fell back on the mattress, closing her eyes and inhaling the air around her, with a bit of spices coming from downstairs. “...we’ll be back down soon,Nikki.” she tells her daughter who immediately crawls over to her, “Mama…just needs a quick break.”

Nicole, with her newfound ability to express herself, babbled happily, playing with her mother's hair as Beatrice lay there, soaking in the tranquility. The scent of lavender from a nearby diffuser wafted through the room…her mother must’ve bought that because she doesn’t remember getting it.

Beatrice's mind drifted to Rooster.

Was he eating well?

Was he sleeping?

Maybe she should message him to check–no.No, he’s busy right now.

Nicole fidgeted with her mother's hair, Beatrice couldn't help but smile. "Just don’t tug mama’s hair,Nikki," she whispered, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on her daughter's back.

Downstairs, the aroma of Claudia's cooking continued to permeate the air. The savory scent of meatball soup and freshly baked bread hung enticingly, drawing the attention of everyone in the house. Well…everyone awake that is. “...you know, your dada would love this.” Bea whispers to Nicole,chuckling softly, “...nothing would make him happier.”

Nicole babbles more, dropping her mouth on her mother’s forehead to what should be a forehead kiss but it felt like mainly drool and that Nikki figured out how to use Bea’s head as her own megaphone.

Beatrice chuckled at Nicole, not at all bothered by it. "Well, I'm sure Dada appreciates your unique style of affection, Nikki," she said, wiping off the drool with a small grin. "Let's get some of Nonna’s dinner,hm?."

She sat up on the bed, gently lifting Nicole onto her lap. The toddler squirmed and giggled, clearly enjoying the attention. Beatrice glanced at her phone, debating whether to send a quick message to Rooster.

She decided against it, realizing that he was likely immersed in the demands of his duties.

Even if she really wanted to talk to him.

Beatrice made her way back downstairs, the savory aroma guided her like a comforting trail. The family gathered around the table, and Claudia beamed as Beatrice joined them."Ah, there you are, my dear. Took a little longer than expected, but no worries. The soup is still piping hot," Claudia said, ladling generous portions into bowls.

“Mama, it was just a few minutes–” Claudia just poured a generous amount into a bowl with a large slice of bread, still steaming, next to it. “..thanks mama.” Beatrice sat at the table, a warmth spreading through her as she watched her daughter energetically bouncing on her high chair as her mother started dipping pieces of bread into the savory meatball soup to feed her.

"So, Beatrice, how was your day?" Claudia inquired, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest.

Beatrice took a moment to savor a spoonful of the rich soup before responding. "It was good, Mama. The usual chaos at the bar, but nothing we couldn't handle.Right Shells,” Shells was busy shoveling food in her mouth

Claudia nodded, her gaze remaining on Beatrice. She shared a silent look with Rafael who just ate his own bowl silently, “Well…I’m glad. You know, I remember that whenever there was something going on, I made this soup. It warms the soul, doesn’t it Nikki?”

The toddler beamed, her face smeared with bits of bread and droplets of soup. "Dada! Dada!" she exclaimed, giggling.

Beatrice felt a pang in her chest at the mention of Rooster. She glanced at the empty seat beside her, the one usually occupied by him. The chair seemed to echo with the absence, heavily "He'll be back soon, Nikki," Beatrice reassured her daughter, a gentle yet sad smile playing on her lips. "Before you know it.”

“Mama,” Beatrice whispers, “You really don’t have to tuck me in.” but she wasn’t complaining, especially after that dinner. Shells went home with containers filled with food and Nicole was fast asleep in her crib “You guys will go back home in a little bit too.”

"Sweetheart, a mother's job is never done," her mother, replied with a tender smile. She adjusted the blankets around Beatrice, tucking them in just a bit tighter.

Beatrice sighed contentedly, feeling the comforting weight of the blankets. She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the sense of belonging that wrapped around her like a soft embrace.

Claudia sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of hair away from Beatrice's face. "You know, if you want, we can stay with you. Your father and I.”

Beatrice opened her eyes, her gaze meeting her mother's. "Really?" Beatrice asked, a hint of surprise in her voice. Her parents had their own lives, their own routines. The notion of them altering their plans for her felt both surprising and deeply reassuring.

And yet, so very them.

Claudia nodded, her smile widening. "Of course, sweetheart. We're always here for you. Your father and I were thinking it might be nice to spend the night with you…you look tired, tesoro.”

Beatrice felt a warmth spread through her chest, warmer than the blanket."Thank you, Mama," Beatrice whispered, her voice soft. She reached for her mother's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'd really like that."

Claudia's eyes softened with understanding as she returned the squeeze. "Alright, then. We'll get some of our things from the car and make ourselves at home."

“Okay.”

As Claudia left the room, Beatrice shifted her gaze to the dim glow of the nightlight in the corner. The soft hum of the air conditioner, the distant sound of crickets outside — it all felt like a lullaby, inviting her into the comforting arms of sleep. She smiled to herself.

Soon, the door creaked open, Rafael, appeared by the entrance, head tilted."Hey, sleepyhead," He planted a soft kiss on her forehead once he was close enough. "You doing okay, sweetheart?"

Beatrice nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, Dad. Just happy to have you all here."

Rafael groaned as he sat on the edge of the bed, “That’s not what I asked.” he whispered, “Tesoro, are you okay?”

Rafael's concern was etched in the lines of his face. Beatrice took a moment, considering her father's question. She didn’t want to make him even more worried.She nodded, her eyes locking onto her father's. "I'm okay, Dad. More than okay. I swear.”

Rafael's expression softened into a relieved smile. "Good to hear, sweetheart. Your mother and I, we worry about you two. You and Bradley…I know you are worried about him.” she drops her eyes guiltily, “Please, I can read you like a book, tesoro. And I know how that boy makes you feel.”

“Papa, Brad isn’t a boy.”

“Well he’s younger than me isn’t he?”

“...true.”

Rafael chuckled, the sound deep and resonant in the quiet room. “You know what I mean."

Beatrice couldn't help but smile at her father's easygoing manner. He had a way of diffusing tension with a simple joke or a warm gesture. It was one of the many things she loved about him. “I do.”

The door creaked open again, and Claudia re-entered the room with a small suitcase in hand. "Alright, bedtime essentials are here," she announced with a smile. "I brought some of your favorite snacks too, just in case."

Beatrice's eyes sparkled with gratitude. "You really thought of everything, Mama."

Claudia winked. "That's what mothers do, isn't it?"

Rafael leaned back against the headboard, surveying the room. "This place feels different from the last time we visited. Cozier, I'd say."

Beatrice chuckled. "Well, the last time you were here, it was very chaotic."

Rafael nodded. "It’s a home," he whispers, savoring the word. "You've done well for yourself, Beatrice. We're proud of you." hestands from the bed, rubbing his lower back, “We’ll stay in the guest room, alright?”

Beatrice nodded, bringing her blankets up to her chin. "Thank you, papa. I'm just glad to have you both here." she whispers, “Goodnight.”

“Buona notte,tesoro.” he says, slowly walking away from the door.

As her parents settled into the guest room, Beatrice lay in bed, her mind buzzing with a quiet contentment that she hadn't felt in a while. With a sigh, Beatrice let her thoughts drift to Bradley. She clenched her eyes and whispered quietly.

“I just want to hear your voice, know you are okay��please Brad.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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twstmagica · 1 year ago

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Magical Girl Yuu's First Day pt 3

Finally Yuu reaches the giant sorting mirror.

She doesn't even care about the creepy face. No one else is worrying so she won't either.

One step closer to getting some answers and going home.

Yup. nothing left but to walk forward and –

**BOOM**

A window shatters. Glass and blue fire rains down on unsuspecting victims. There is running, shouting, and crying. Gavin screams

“The Great Grim is here!!!”

Crowley is freaking out.

“Who let a monster in here?! Which one of you miscreants is responsible for this!!”

What the hell? Shouldn't you be more concerned with saving your students?

Yuu looked towards the more authoritative robe people and saw they were… just standing there. Talking amongst each other.

Some were even smiling. Jeeze.

“I got some glass in my eyes!”

“Someone help please!”

“My hair! MY HAIR!!!”

Blur fire continues to spread and bedlam reigns supreme.

Turns out Yuu should have been paying more attention to the catcoon, because while she was taking in the mayhem around her Grim made his move.

**THUMP**

Yuu is shoved to the ground and the little rat takes her place in front of the mirror.

The headmaster is still squawking helplessly.

The student leadership is bickering amongst themselves.

“There's still glass in my eyes!!”

Yuu gives in to her irritation and summons her scepter.

Grim is still monologuing about his superiority as Yuu gets ready to swing

“Ardent…”

Grim turns as she starts to move. He's too late.

“STRIKE”

The annoying rat is sent rocketing with a satisfying THWAP.

Another window is shattered, along with its frame and some of the surrounding wall

As the projectile disappears into the distance all that's left is a fading trail of pink glowing butterflies

Yuu: 1 Catcoon: 0

A few seconds of silence and then –

“DON’T JUST BREAK MORE WINDOWS!”

Now the headmaster is berating Yuu, again. There's just no winning with this guy.

Students are back to screaming and someone from the leader's group is laughing.

Everything is still on fire as Mr Horn Guy speaks up, loud enough to fill the room.

“I suppose there's no helping it. I shall restore the mirror chamber.”

The world rumbles, green lights dance through the room and a verdant mist engulfs Yuu’s vision.

When the mist clears everything is fixed. Everything.

Fire? Out.

Windows? Repared.

Walls? Pristine.

That guy’s eyes? Un-glassed.

Even Yuu’s robes felt tidier.

“Huh, nifty.”

The others seemed less taken with Horn Guy's magic.

Actually they're being pretty rude. Throwing around terms like "monstrous strength" and "intimidating aura"

“Ahem. Thank you Mr Draconia. And now to conclude the ceremony…”

Yuu walks up before anything else can interrupt.

“State thy name.” “Yuu.”

“The shape of thy soul is… unclear.”

Wut

“I cannot decipher the wavelengths of this one, neither color nor shape are suited to any dorm”

Man, Birdface McSquawky is not okay with this. He’s shouting about how this is “impossible” and “unprecedented”

“Ugh, I can't take any more random events. Ignihyde, time to GTFO.”

Looks like Fire Guy reached his breaking point

Aaaaaand looks like the others are following his cue.

Pretty soon it's just Yuu and Birdman

“I can't believe they just left me to deal with this alone. How cruel.”

“Really? Because after how they handled the catcoon attack this seems pretty in character.”

#twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twisted wonderland au #magical girl yuu #dire crowley #twst grim #just you wait #birdman thinks this is the worst day ever #he dosent know whats coming #magical girl? more like collateral damage girl #the housewardens were like “not my problem”#twst writing #twst drabble

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widespot · 9 months ago

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"It's a big world out there." "I know! And it's full of girls." "That's one way to look at it, I guess."

"You really should be proud of Gabriella! She's right there with Delta Land on the dean's list, and she's going to stay there!"

"Do you hear creepy music? Like in a movie when something bad's coming."

"Grandpa Herbert? Grandpa Herbert? Are you okay?"

"Excuse me, sir, we have business."

#goodies/newsons #Herbert #Gavin #Gallagher #Garret #Grim

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pupsmailbox · 5 months ago

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do you have any names similar to these? it doesnt have to be all of them, but mainly Edgar, Pierce, Rigorre and Grimm. ive been looking around for some and this'll be great help :)!

Edgar, Grimm, Rigorre, Cain(e), Ozzy/Ozul, Onyx, Dice, Throne, Viper, Vesper, Heron, Nyx, Spector, Harker, Talyn, Dorian, Pierce

EDGAR︰ adler. albert. alexander. alfred. alice. archibald. arthur. atlas. august. barnabas. beatrice. benjamin. charles. charlotte. clarence. dior. eddie. eder. edmund. eduard. edward. edwin. edyn. eleanor. elijah. elmer. ember. emerson. emmett. ernest. esther. eugene. evelyn. everett. ezra. felix. ferdinand. finn. franklin. gilbert. harold. harper. hector. henry. humphrey. iris. irving. isaac. jack. jagger. james. jasper. leo. leonard. leopold. noah. oliver. oscar. penelope. rowan. rupert. sebastian. silas. theo. theodore. tiger. vincent. violet. walter. william.

GRIM(M)︰ august. axel. brennon. charlie. dax. dean. declan. delilah. demetri. enver. evangeline. ezra. felicity. finn. foster. fox. gaerwn. garan. garima. garin. garran. garren. garron. geranium. gereon. gerianne. germain. germaine. german. geronimo. gerwin. gianni. giovanni. gordon. goren. graeme. graham. grainne. gram. grannia. granny. green. greyden. grian. griffin. grina. gurnam. gwern. iris. joaquin. jude. kevin. kyra. leah. loki. millie. parker. rain. rogue. sage. silas. spencer. tristan. viktor.

CAINE(E)︰ abel. aidan. aiden. aleks. amelia. amory. andreas. aries. asher. aurora. ava. axel. azriel. bane. bartholomew. bonanza. cade. caden. cael. caiden. cain. caine. cale. caleb. cam. camden. cameo. cammie. camo. cana. canaan. canan. cane. cannan. cano. canyon. carter. case. casey. cash. cassim. cato. cawny. cayden. cayman. ceanna. ceona. chahna. chaim. chan. chana. chance. chaniya. charlotte. chase. chayan. chazmyne. chen. chesmu. chesna. cheyenne. cheyne. chiazam. chima. chimene. chin. china. chione. chosen. chukwuma. chumani. chyna. chynna. cian. cinna. cinnamon. cluny. cohen. cole. conn. connie. conway. cosmo. coyne. craig. cuan. cuno. cwen. côme. d'arcy. dane. dash. declan. dewitt. duran. edelynn. elijah. enoch. evelyn. gabriel. gage. gardeenia. genevieve. grayson. gwendelyn. gyles. hadrian. hesh. iain. icarus. jane. jermyn. kace. kade. kaelynn. kaidan. kaiden. kailyn. kain. kaine. kale. kane. kate. kaydin. kaydon. kayne. kedar. ken. knox. koen. lane. layne. liam. liliela. loch. lucifer. lucy. mattheo. nicollette. raiden. rayne. roddy. romilda. ryder. sawyl. scarlett. shane. thane. tyre. violet. wayne. zain. zaine. zane. zayne.

OZZY / ONYX︰ adi. archie. aria. arlo. asher. aspen. atlas. aurora. autumn. avi. axel. beck. bijoux. blade. bodie. bowie. caelum. cora. cy. daisy. davi. declan. draco. dune. echo. elton. elvis. ember. ezra. ezri. falcon. finn. fleet. garnet. gavin. genevieve. harper. hazel. imre. indigo. ivy. jade. jagger. jasper. jem. jet. jinx. johnny. joplin. josiah. joziah. kai. kaiya. kano. karter. kavi. khari. knox. lennox. leo. luca. luna. lynx. mac. maddox. mazi. mercury. millie. milo. morrissey. neptune. night. nirvana. nixie. nova. nyx. oak. oakes. ocean. ocheckka. ochoa. ohanzee. ojai. ojas. oke. oki. oliver. omega. onika. onix. onnika. onnix. onyekachukwu. onyx. ooko. oonagh. opal. opaline. orion. oscar. oscosh. oshae. osias. osiris. ossie. otto. owen. oyku. oz. ozzie. penelope. penny. peridot. phoenix. quinn. quint. rami. raven. ravi. remi. reno. river. rocky. roux. rowan. sage. salem. santana. sebastian. silas. sophie. storm. sunny. theo. topaz. uziel. violet. willow. wren. wyatt. zaki. zephyr. zeppelin. ziggy.

VESPER / VIPER︰ ace. aeron. akiva. antares. apollo. arcana. archer. asher. atlas. atticus. aurora. calista. callaway. cardin. cash. cason. chai. chancellor. charlotte. cora. cordovan. coriander. corisande. cruz. denarius. draven. elaina. elixir. elowen. elyse. ember. enfys. evangeline. felix. ferelith. finn. genesis. glade. hadley. halcyon. harbor. hazel. ivy. jaguar. journey. kaemon. kailo. kanon. katia. koa. kobe. kodiak. lainey. lazare. legacy. luna. lyra. magic. majesty. mystique. nora. obsidian. ocasio. oceane. oliver. opaline. ophelia. pax. peregrine. phaedra. phoenix. piper. quinn. rasmus. regulus. reverie. rohmer. rowyn. royce. rule. sage. salome. scarlett. sebastian. shyla. silas. sorcha. summer. tatiana. thorin. titan. vale. vallis. vance. varro. vega. velvette. vera. verity. vesper. vespera. violet. viper. von. vyra. wren. xavier. yvaine. zander. zephyr.

DORIAN︰ adrian. adrien. ambrose. amelia. andrea. appoline. arian. armani. asher. audrey. aurora. basil. benno. bloom. cassius. charlotte. cornelius. damian. damien. dante. darcy. darena. darian. dariana. darien. darin. darina. darion. darius. darren. darrin. darrion. darwin. daryan. datherine. davian. davion. dawson. dayaram. declan. derion. deron. derron. derwyn. dharma. dhiren. dominic. doreen. dorin. dorona. dorsey. dreama. dren. drian. duran. durham. durin. emrys. ethan. evander. evelyn. evleen. ezra. florian. gabriel. gilda. gordon. hadrian. heidy. jackie. jordan. julian. korbin. leander. liam. lorcan. lowri. lucian. lysander. marian. marion. mars. morgan. muse. naoma. oberon. oliver. orion. pallas. penelope. peregrine. quianna. rian. sebastian. shawnee. soren. theodore. tori. umber. violet. warren.

PIERCE︰ asher. audrey. ava. beckett. bennett. brooks. callan. charlotte. claire. cole. colton. dean. emerson. emmett. eros. everett. finn. fisher. fitz. flint. foster. gavin. grant. grayson. harper. harrison. hawk. hazel. heath. henry. hiro. hudson. ivy. jack. james. kane. kyra. landon. leo. liam. mason. miles. miller. mira. noah. oliver. olivia. owen. pace. paprika. paras. paresh. paricia. paris. parish. park. parker. parks. pauric. pearce. pearson. peers. percy. perez. perga. perris. perry. perseus. persia. persis. piers. pierson. piroj. porsche. powers. prakash. prayaksh. precia. preciosa. precious. price. prince. prisca. prissy. pryce. pyrrhus. quinn. reese. reeve. reid. rhett. ridge. rowan. sawyer. scarlett. sirius. slater. spencer. theo. theodore. vince. violet. wren. wyatt.

#pupsmail︰names #name suggestions #name ideas #name list

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smash-or-pass-otome · 1 year ago

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Tags and Links A-M (In Progress)

Some might still be missing cause I just went down the Smash or Pass tag on here and there's some i forgot to tag

Also I put links for the Lovebrush guys cause I didn't want to list each version

If any links don't work please let me know. I tested some but not all

The * is just me marking where I stopped when making the list

Alice in the Country of Hearts

Elliot March

Amnesia Memories

Kent

Arcana

Asra

Julian

Lucio

Muriel

Nadia

Portia

Arcana Twilight

Sirius

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Kuya

Toichiro Yuri

Yakumo Koizumi

Backstage Pass

Adam Eaton

John Brandon

Matthew Partridge

Baldur's Gate 2

Anomen Delyrn

Birushana

Minamoto Yoritomo

Blind Griffin

Alexei

Emilio

Giovanni

Blooming Panic

Quest

XYX

Boyfriend Dungeon

Sunder

Bustafellows

Crow "Scarecrow" Miller

Helvetica Orsted

Limbo Fitzgerald

Mozu Shepherd

Shu Lyn O'Keefe

Cafe Enchante

Canus Espada

Ignis Carbunculus

Il Fado de Rie

Kaoru Rindo

Misyr Rex

Charade Maniacs

Akase Kyoya

Futami Ryouichi

Iochi Mizuki

Mamoru Chigasaki

Cinderella Phenomenon

Karma

City of Love Paris

Louise Paquier

Cloud Meadow

Kreyton

Code Realize

Impey Barbicane

Saint Germain

Collar X Malice

Takeru Sasazuka

Court of Darkness

Fenn Luxure

Cupid Parasite

Alan Melville

Gill Lovecraft

Raul Aconite

Ryuki F Keisaiin

Shelby Snail

Cute Demon Crashers

Akki

Kael

Mirari

Dangerous Fellows

Lawrence

Zion

A Date With Death

Grim Reaper

Demonheart

Raze

Sir Brash

Xan'ari

Devil butler with Black Cat

Berrien Cliane

Devil Kiss

Cain

Dragon Age Origins

Zevran

Dragon Age 2

Fenris

Dragon Age Inquisition

Cullen Rutherford

Eldarya

Leiftan

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Even If Tempest

Tyril I Lister

The Fate of Wonderland

White

Fire Emblem Fates

Kaze

Saizo

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Claude Von Riegan

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Edelgard Von Hresvelg

Felix Fraldarius

Mercedes von Martritz

Harukanaru Toki no Naka de 4

Hiiragi

Harvest Moon: More Friends of Mineral Town

Cliff

Gray

Hatoful Boyfriend

Kazuaki Nanaki

Shuu Iwamine

Havenless

Noah

Hustle Cat

Grave Serling

I was a Teenage Exocolonist

Marzipan

Ikemen Sengoku

Masamune Date

Sasuke Sarutobi

Ikemen Vampire

Arthur Conan Doyle

Kamigami no Asobi

Anubis Ma'at

Loki Laevatein

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Mamoru Kishi

Shuichi Hishikura

Knights of the Old Republic

Carth Onasi

Love Spell Written in the Stars

Enix Gray

Florian Atlas

Jamie Niro

Marcello DiNucci

Lovebrush Chronicles

Ayn Alwyn

Cael Anselm

Clarence Clayden

Lars Rorschach

LoveLink

Blake Bailey

Lover Pretend

Asagi Eiichiro

Kamikubo Kazuma

Makino Harumi

Sena Yukito

Riku Nishijima

LoveUnholyc

Leo

Lullaby of Demonia

Ifrit

Max Gentleman Sexy Business

Samuel Finch

Sinterklaas

Vicki Lestrange

Vlad Nibblesome

MeChat

Wu Xiang

Metro PD: Close To You

Katsuyuki Kyobashi

Monster Prom

Damien Lavey

Moonlight Lovers

Aaron

Beliath

Ethan

Ivan

Neil

Raphael

Vladimir

Mr Love Queen's Choice

Gavin

Kiro

Lucien

Victor

My Candy Love University Life

Castiel

Mystic Messenger

Jumin Han

Saeyoung Choi

Yoosung Kim

Zen

#tags #links #tag list #otome #smash or pass

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vigilskept · 9 months ago

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what kind of love are you?

tagged by @dragonologist-phd to put some ocs through this uquiz. ty for the tag!

insomnia crept in so i decided to just run all my wardens through & genuinely thrown by some of the results (but in a good way!) excerpting some of the interesting bits below for the sake of brevity

Diya Surana: Love as a Choice Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same.

Roshan Mahariel & Qadir Amell: Love as a Threshold Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it.

Chaya Tabris & Ylva Aeducan: Love as a Flaw When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. It’s a problem and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you.

Sindri Brosca: Love as Youth Your love is buoyant. Your love is bountiful. It is ageless, and it will never age. When you fall in love, it is breathless. It is joyful and endless, it is magnificent. Your love skips rocks and tells stories, your love roasts marshmallows over fires, and laughs freely. Your love does not take itself too seriously.

Gavin Cousland: Love as Religion When you fall in love, it is as a baptism. You are born anew, made a believer in the divinity of the one you love most. Being loved by you is an ascension; it is holy and golden. It is all-consuming, and all-faithful, loyal as the dog.

Isaac Tabris: Love as the Dawn Love is new to you, isn’t it? A fresh discovery in a world you do not quite understand. Your love loves with bated breaths. Your love swoons and sighs and lingers under awnings. Your love romanticizes. Your love aches as tenderly as a bruise. You’re swollen with desire and idealizations.

#tag game #no tag list bc i'm finally starting to feel sleepy but highly recommend trying this one with ur own ocs!#not all of it may be applicable but it gave me a lot to think abt #diya roshan ylva and qadir i managed to guess but the rest of them??#chaya as someone who would tear her relationships to shreds rather than risk losing a loved one again... ough #isaac's is just a gut punch - accurate but devastating to think about #sindri's so devoted that i would've thought religion but love as easy boundless joyful is also fitting for them bc they do love easily!#anyways ty for the tag this was genuinely so interesting #diya surana #roshan mahariel #chaya tabris #ylva aeducan #sindri brosca #gavin cousland #isaac tabris

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peskellence · 1 year ago

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now punished in the same way as crimes against humans. A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' be the thing to change this?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 4.7K

For the first time in his career, Nines was late for work. This wasn’t the most impressive feat, given his around 3-month employment, but it was still notably out of character for the typically steadfast android. As the blocky digits of the station clock informed him that it had just turned 11, Gavin started to wonder if his partner would show up at all.

He wasn’t stupid, aware that Nines would have seen his return to work form, knowing he'd be back today. Apparently, a disciplinary procedure was far more appealing than subjecting himself to his partner’s company. Gavin’s simmering annoyance was only exacerbated the more he dwelled on this, his leg twitching fractiously under his desk.

The android’s absence had apparently been noticed by an authority higher than himself—as Fowler charged over, nostrils flaring with exertion. "Reed, where the Hell is RK900?"

His arrival was met with a deep-set scowl as Gavin gestured vaguely to the empty seat parallel to his own. "Your guess is as good as mine. He’s been a no-show all morning."

The Captain studied the vacant workstation, dark eyes narrowed accusingly, "I swear to God if you've done something to him—"

“What could I have possibly done? I haven’t even been here."

“I asked him to send you over case updates. Have you at least been receiving those?”

Gavin bristled at the question. He had tried to reach out to Nines several times since ‘the incident’ but to no success. With each work update that had been sent to him, the flagrant disregard for the messages that preceded became a little more insulting.

He began scrolling aimlessly on his computer, hoping Fowler might leave him alone if he appeared suitably busy. "Yep."

"So you know Robert Finch is being brought in for questioning today?"

"Uh-huh."

"And you know it is important that you don’t fuck it up."

"You bet." Go away, you crusty asshole.

"Excellent, so you won’t mind that I’ll be overseeing the interrogation."

Gavin stopped, closing the document that he had been sightlessly sifting and looking dejectedly at his boss. "You know, it would be nice if you could trust me to do my job. Just once. For shits and giggles."

“I’ll start trusting you when you’ve earned it." Fowler decided to ease off a bit, clearly sensing the brooding animosity in his subordinate. "I know I've been tough lately, but you need to understand how serious this is. Things are only getting worse with the press; they’re saying the Reaper would’ve been caught by now if it wasn’t for shoddy police work."

"And I guess you agree with them?" the detective shot back, "That our work is shoddy?"

"The Chief is certainly starting to think it." There was a look of grim introspection as Fowler continued. "Do you have any idea how far up my ass he is? I gave you a week to dig up more evidence, plus leeway for your little vacation. Show some gratitude."

Leaning back in his chair, Gavin made the extent of his gratitude known with a low, dismissive grunt. He hardly found it fair that his absence be used as leverage against him, given that the older man had been the one to approve it in the first place.

"I’m serious. You better be right about Finch because if you screw up this time, it's out of my hands."

"What has Finch got to do with me? It’s the android's theory—his suspect—not mine." He started to wiggle a pen between his thumb and forefinger in a weak attempt to distract himself.

"You’re partners, Reed. It’s on both of you to take accountability."

You should be telling him this, Gavin inwardly complained. What does he know about accountability? Turning my neck into a dot-to-dot, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, then giving me the worst blue balls I've ever had in my goddamn—

The fidgeting increased until the pen was propelled from his hand, landing on the desk of a perplexed-looking officer.

Fowler failed to notice this, looking up at the station clock with a frown that seemed permanently etched onto his face. "He better show up soon. For both your sakes."

A few more torturous seconds passed. With every shift of the station's doors, Gavin looked up expectantly, only to be hit by another wave of disappointment. Seconds turned to minutes, and disappointment turned to frustration. With Fowler clear of earshot, he started to hiss angry obscenities under his breath, over and over like a demented mantra.

Standing up from the desk with a huff, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Concluding that Nines could answer for his tardiness while he was hauling him down to the station by scruff of his neck.

As Gavin turned, he immediately collided with a figure idling behind his chair. Chest-to-chest, his gaze focused in on a pair of large brown eyes. They watched him fervently as if pleading for his attention.

"Hello, Detective." The figure was trying to keep their voice level, but there was a distinct urgency in how they spoke. "I would very much appreciate it if we could have a discussion."

"Connor," Gavin replied, barely acknowledging anything he’d said. “This might be the first time I’m happy to see you. Your brother has gone awol; mind giving me his address so I can drag his ass over here myself?"

The android blinked wordlessly - as if taking a moment to process the strange request - before dismissively shaking his head. "He's probably running late; he’ll be here soon." The forced optimism seemed at odds with the tense expression on his face.

"There's 'running late', and there’s missing your shift by two fucking hours."

“I can understand your concerns…I have some of my own." Connor looked down at the desk, taking note of the vacant set of chairs. "It might be better if we sit down. There are a few things I’d like to talk about."

Making it clear that he had no intention of entertaining the request, Gavin stubbornly crossed his arms.

"...I’ll try to keep this short", Connor relented, exhaling with a weary sigh. "Nines has been acting strangely for the last couple of days: I’ve tried to reach out, but he has refused contact. I don’t suppose you’ve spoken with him?"

"If you haven’t been able to speak with him, what makes you think I have? I barely know the guy."

Connor’s eyebrows shot up incredulously, almost grazing his hairline, before returning to their usual position. "I understand that the two of you had a disagreement. I thought you might have resolved it by now."

"Oh yeah? And just how much do you know about this fucking disagreement?"

"Just that you had one," he said vaguely, although the flighty darting of his eyes made the statement seem less than convincing.

Gavin drew closer, encroaching on the android as he struggled to distance himself. "Seems like the two of you talk a lot about shit that doesn’t concern you."

"This isn’t really what I came here to talk about." Connor explained, shifting uncomfortably. "I’m sorry, I don’t want to pry too much into your personal life - but given the situation, I think it’s important that I disclose a few things'"

"What ‘things’?"

"Nines has only been deviant for a couple of months. The feelings are still very new to him…" It was obvious that he wanted to add to this, a flicker of red betraying the presence of withheld information.."Aside from myself and Hank, there isn’t really anyone he’s particularly close to."

"Okay, and?" Gavin waved his hand in an ushering motion. “What’s that got to do with me?"

There was a look of detachment as Connor stared quietly into space. His mouth opened and closed indecisively as the detective lost his remaining patience. Balling his fists into his hair, he fought the urge to lunge forward and flip the desk. "Look, you made it seem like this was urgent. Why don’t you stop messing around and get to the point?"

"Nines mustn't experience any undue emotional stress. I ask that you not push him too much."

The thinly disguised accusation was enough to tip Gavin over the edge. He’d had enough people asking him to accept culpability for his partner’s actions. With another surge forward, he forced Connor further into the retreating position - until his back was wedged against the table.

"I didn’t do shit to your brother." He exemplified the point with a harsh jab to the android’s chest. “He was the one who threw a tantrum and stormed out on me."

"I don’t know everything that happened, but I can assure you, Nines was very upset," Connor babbled. “It is possible he may have behaved irrationally."

"What right does he have to be upset? I'm the one who should be upset."

"I do not think he was aware that you were seeing someone."

Much of his bravado deflated at the unexpected statement. Gavin had been working feverishly to omit that particular detail from his memory. In accepting a connection between Alex’s message and Nines’ unceremonious exit, he opened up the conversation to far more uncomfortable implications.

"Look, everything was fine, okay? We talked, we cleared the air—" We made out a little, he silently omitted. Even if Connor knew, which he almost certainly did, Gavin decided he'd rather not confess to anything out loud. "then he stormed out. I didn’t do anything to set him off."

Just then, the doors to the station slammed open, and out of the corner of Gavin’s eye, he saw a familiar blur of black and white. Pulling away from Connor, who seemed infinitely grateful for the sudden retreat, he stormed towards his partner. Ready to release all of the pent-up fury he had been amassing over the past few days.

"Where the fuck were you?" His teeth gnashed, mouth contorted into a fierce snarl.

Nines rolled his eyes, side-stepping around the seething Detective and walking briskly to their shared workstation. Opening one of the drawers, he retrieved a densely packed folder—before removing the contents and laying them out neatly in front of him. "That is hardly relevant. I am here in time for the questioning."

Gavin spluttered, head craned so far forward that it looked about ready to detach from his neck. "Hardly relevant? No one has been able to reach you all morning. How the hell were we supposed to know if you’d even show up?"

Nines stilled, looking up from his papers to shoot his brother an accusatory glare. "I will answer to Captain Fowler concerning my tardiness." He said, voice heavy with ill-concealed displeasure. "I do not owe either of you an explanation."

Connor hesitated, appearing guilty—before he steadily approached his brother. He extended a hand in invitation as his skin retracted reflexively. "Maybe it's best if we step away for a moment."

Nines rejected the gesture, slapping the hand away harshly. There was a brief stalemate as they stared at each other until Connor solemnly backed down.

Sorting his papers into a neat pile, Nines picked them up and haughtily charged toward the interrogation rooms. "Are you coming or not, Detective Reed?"

As they entered the room, Fowler was standing at the two-way mirror, arms folded over his chest and fingers drumming on his forearm. "RK900. How nice of you to join us," he greeted, voice thick with sarcasm.

Nines allowed his stony resolve to soften briefly as he answered his superior with a polite nod, "I apologise for my tardiness, Captain."

Officer Miller, also stationed by the mirror, seemed oblivious to the hostile atmosphere festering within the room. He gave Gavin a small wave before flashing a smile. "We've got him all warmed up for you, guys. He's ready when—"

He didn't get to finish the sentence as Nines breezed past him, clipping his shoulder on the way. The officer's mouth clamped shut in shock, and after he'd had a chance to steady himself, he shot Gavin a puzzled look. As if pleading for an explanation.

Nines entered the interrogation room and closed the door firmly behind him. The message was clearly received, as his partner was left to wait in the entranceway with the other two men.

Amidst the tense silence, Chris addressed his colleague with gentle reproach. "Uhh, you alright there, Gavin?"

The man in question stood glaring through the mirror. Nostrils flaring with long, shaky breaths. "Peachy."

"You going in there with him, Reed?" Fowler gestured to the steel-inforced door. “Or have you already forgotten our little talk about accountability?"

"I'm sure he has things under control."

Gavin couldn't give less of a fuck if he was punished for any resultant cock ups. As he stared through the window, grappling with his tenuously contained rage, he prayed for the most disastrous questioning the department had ever seen.

Nines sat down at the long metal table, setting his papers to one side. His voice crackled through the hearing loop as he addressed the man opposite him. "Robert Finch, I am Officer RK900, Serial Number 313 248 317 - 87. Although it would seem you already know that, so let's not labour on introductions."

"The Hell is this?" Robert spat back, motioning to the sterile brick walls of the heavily monitored room. "No one else who was at the church seems to be getting the VIP treatment."

"Is that so?" Nines inquired, arching an eyebrow, "And what leads you to believe we haven't spoken to anyone else?"

The scrawny man sunk into himself dejected at his own slip-up. "...Nothing, was just assuming."

"You have assumed correctly." The android began to sift through the documents stacked on the side of the table. "I have no desire to speak with your associates, but I have some questions I wish to ask you."

Robert narrowed his eyes as he slowly leaned back in his chair. "About what? I haven't done anything illegal."

"You assaulted an officer, for starters."

The chair legs screeched at a sudden halt in movement."No, I didn't. What are you—oh." Upon realisation of what Nines was referring to, he shot the android a disdainful look. "Hardly counts, does it? You don't feel pain."

"You struck with the intent to cause damage. That is still a criminal offence."

“You can’t prove I was aiming at you. Maybe your head just got in the way." The man flashed him a wicked grin. "Remind me, what is the punishment for assaulting an android? It's not the same as a human, is it?"

"Let us not get caught up on semantics." Nines separated one of the papers from the pile, setting it face down. "As it happens, I do not wish to speak to you about what happened at the church. I am significantly more interested in discussing your whereabouts from the 13th to 14th of January."

There was a subtle twitch of Robert's lips as his eyes nervously canvassed the room. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Tell me, was Mr. Scott privy to your motives behind acquiring the Samsung S3?"

"I’ve never even met a Mr Scott—I think you've got the wrong guy here."

"You have already been positively identified," Nines bluffed, his expression devoid of any hint of deceit. "Attempting to deflect won't be of much use."

Robert cursed under his breath, choosing a point on the table to focus his attention. "Okay, so I bought a phone from him. That doesn't break any laws, does it?"

"Not in itself," Nines replied, "but it just so happens that this phone was used in connection to a criminal offence."

"Can’t have been the one I got. Mikey must have me confused with somebody else. He isn't the brightest bulb."

"I would advise you to stop lying; you aren’t very good at it." The officer's LED whirred as he stared intently at Robert. His eyes glazed over briefly before refocusing with newfound vigour. "You're married, aren't you, Mr Finch? I'm sure your wife would be interested to discover that you've been soliciting favours from android prostitutes."

"It wasn't me who called the whore!" Robert snapped, face turning red with mortification. "I didn't even have the phone by then—"

"So you don't deny that it was used to make the call?"

"Look, I bought it for a buddy. He was a little embarrassed about getting his dick wet, wanted to use a burner." The man gave Nines a quick glance over, face wrinkled with disgust. "I would be, too, if that's what I was into."

The officer hummed in distant acknowledgement. "Did you know he was murdered, Mr Finch?"

"Come again?"

"The android. Quite brutally, in fact." Turning to the paper he had sat to one side, Nines calmly flipped it over, sliding it over so Robert could see. "It would appear that your friend's interest was not entirely physical."

He was visibly startled, eyes bulging to extreme proportions at what he was looking at. As his trembling mouth fell open, he started to frantically form an excuse. "Look, I didn't know he was going to - I just thought he'd rough it up a bit."

"So you knew of his intentions to harm the victim?"

"Well, not really…he said he wanted to teach it a lesson."

"Meaning you were complicit." Nines raised his voice, subtly increasing the pressure. "If you choose to cooperate with us, Mr Finch, your case may be looked upon more favourably."

Realising that he'd been backed into a corner, Robert closed his eyes, breathing heavily. "What do you want to know?" he eventually said, throwing up his hands in defeat.

"CHQ SL C."

"Wha—" The man tilted his head, staring at Nines incredulously. "Why do you machines have to do that? Speak in riddles?"

"Your meeting point with Mr Scott. We were able to decipher the first section: CyberLife Headquarters. What does SL C mean?"

"Wow." There was a low whistle as his lips curled into a disparaging sneer. "You dragged me in here to help solve a brain teaser? All that computing power, and still dumb as a rock."

"An analysis of my intelligence was not requested. Answer the question."

"And if I don't?"

"You are in no position to bargain." Reaching back onto his pile of documents, Nines retrieved another page and began to calmly read out the contents. "We already have sufficient evidence to charge you on your most recent criminal activities. These include, but are not limited to:

Illegal assembly, causing an obstruction, insubordination, inciting violence, physical assault, resisting arrest—"

"All right, all right."

"This isn't even going into your previous criminal charges or affiliations with terror groups. If you refuse to comply, we will be forced to release this information to the appropriate parties—including your employer."

Robert appeared unswayed by the threat. He held up his head confidently and let out a dismissive scoff. "I had a background check when I was hired. They already know all the shit I've done."

"They are aware of your previous transgressions, but I imagine they will be displeased to hear that you are not as reformed as you seek to present”, Nines tutted with faux sympathy, lips tugged upwards in subtle amusement. “It is rather unfortunate, given the fact you have two young dependents."

The man's confidence quickly dissipated as he stilled, face pale. "You can't do that."

"I assure you, I can”, Nines leant forward, looming over the table menacingly, “and as I do not need to sleep, I won’t be losing any. So, Mr Finch, the choice is yours."

"…Storage Locker C."

"Repeat for the record, please."

"CyberLife Storage Locker C”, he said a little louder. “It isn’t at the main headquarters. It’s at the industrial estate across the street. That's where he told us to meet if anything went wrong."

"Who is 'he'?"

"I don't know. Nobody does. He just showed up on the forum one day, rambling about how he'd bring about the ‘Second Age of Man’." Robert made an air-quote gesture with his fingers. “At first, we all thought he was nuts, but then he started…showing us things. Stuff he'd done to androids. Saying if we worked together, we could make them all pay."

"Surely you must have met him in person to exchange the phone."

Robert shook his head, "It was a silent drop-off. He told me to go there alone and leave it in a lockbox. I swear, I've never seen his face. I don't even know his name."

“How did you know where the instructions came from if the man refused to identify himself?"

"Look, it's easy to tell when it's him. He sends these weird codes—cyphers, anagrams, that kind of shit. It's amazing that moron Scott kept up with it for as long as he did."

"You mentioned a safe, were you given a code to unlock it?"

"Well, yeah, obviously." Robert monotoned, "How else would I get inside?"

"Tell me what it was."

"Seriously? I don't remember. It was a random set of numbers."

Nines slammed a hand on the hard metal surface, causing the suspect to jump. "I won't ask again."

"Okay, Jesus Christ—" The man shook a little as he reached for his pocket before groaning as his search returned empty. "It was written on my phone, which I'm pretty sure one of your buddies confiscated."

Nines glanced at the two-way mirror, making unknowing eye contact with his partner. Gavin shifted in place, seething in annoyance at just how well things were progressing.

Reading the prompt, Chris reached into a nearby desk and pulled out a battered smartphone. He then switched on the mic that connected to the two-way intercom, speaking into it clearly. "I've got it."

"Excellent", he clipped, returning his attention to Robert. "Where did you write it down?"

"I don't know", the man complained, grumbling under his breath. "In the notes app somewhere."

Gavin looked over Chris' shoulder as he scrolled down the app's contents. He sifted through various shopping lists and other innocuous information until he found a peculiarly labelled file.

"I think I got it." His brow knitted in concentration as he read out a string of numbers: "22 42 15 11 44."

Nines' LED cycled yellow as he committed the sequence to memory. He then stood from the table, gathering his documents as he did so. "We will be ceasing your phone until further notice, and my colleague will be escorting you to a holding cell."

"Are you serious?" Robert slapped his hands on the table, also preparing to stand until a sharp glare from Nines dissuaded him. "I told you everything I know. You said if I cooperated, you'd let me go."

"I said that your case may be considered more favourably", the android corrected. "Whether or not you were aware of the consequences, your actions have made you an accomplice to a very serious crime. We have no choice but to detain you. I suggest you contact a lawyer.

As Nines briskly re-entered the room, Chris stood to the wayside, gaping at him with awe. "Wow, RK900. I wasn’t even the one being interrogated, and I was still scared of you." He then cringed at the words, seemingly realising that the compliment could be construed as a little backhanded.

Fortunately for him, the misguided remark appeared to fall on deaf ears as Nines pivoted on his heel and turned his attention directly to Fowler. "Captain, I wish to investigate this 'Storage Locker C' as an urgent priority. I would also like to request that forensics accompany me."

Fowler’s once sceptical expression had morphed into a look of mild satisfaction. By the standards of the perpetually surly man, he was practically grinning ear-to-ear. "Yeah, it's…done. Just send over the paperwork."

"I will return to my post to submit the required forms. I will also upload all audio-visual data from the last twenty minutes."

As Nines left to return to his workstation, Gavin followed his movements closely, refusing to be brushed aside. He fought to match his partner’s pace, making it significantly harder to be ignored as he all but breathed down his neck.

"So what, am I fucking invisible?" He snapped, voice heavy with pent-up emotion. “This is bullshit, Nines, just look at me."

Nines ignored the plea, as he seemed to deliberately misinterpret the motivation behind the outburst. "It is a tremendous breakthrough in our case. I would have thought you'd be pleased."

"Not the case, you fucking asshole, the way you're acting. It's obvious that something is bothering you, so why not talk about it?"

"There is nothing to talk about." As Gavin attempted to march to his side, Nines picked up the pace, fervently avoiding his eye-line.

"Nothing, seriously?"

"I have not misspoken."

"So, what, you sticking your tongue down my throat? That doesn't warrant a conversation?"

This was enough to bring the android to a halt, permitting Gavin a glimpse at his face. There was no hint of the stoic composure that he had been trying so stridently to maintain. His startled eyes bulged wide as they snapped over to his partner.

"Would you please keep your voice down?" The request came as a low hiss as if Nines was desperate to preserve some privacy in their heated exchange.

"I don't get why you ran away. You seemed to be enjoying yourself." While Gavin attempted to play off the statement with salacious confidence, the mask of assurance quickly slipped. "If you changed your mind, or you wanted to stop, you could have just said. Instead of ghosting me like a fucking coward."

"You appear to be labouring under the pretence that my entire life revolves around you." There was a biting edge to Nines' tone as he glared viciously at his partner. "I'm afraid I must deflate your ego. We had reached a potential breakthrough in the investigation, and we both couldn't afford to be absent."

"And you couldn't spare the 30 fucking seconds it would have taken to message me this?"

"I have been busy, Detective. With you at home, I have had to pick up a significant additional workload."

"Don't get salty. You were the one who ran to Fowler saying I needed time off." Gavin clenched his jaw, his anger intermingled with lingering feelings of hurt and betrayal. "I'm starting to think you were trying to get rid of me."

A vague hint of guilt flashed across his partner's face, vanishing as soon as appeared, "That statement is entirely unfounded."

"Did you think if you made me look bad enough, they'd give you another partner?" He watched as Nines' resolve continued to falter, sneering in begrudging victory. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Control yourself. You are behaving like a child."

"Oh? So you throw a fucking tantrum because you don't want to be friends anymore, and I'm the one who's being childish?"

"You have made it abundantly clear that we were never friends", Nines seethed. He appeared to be nearing his emotional limit; face tinged a near-luminous blue and jaw clenched uncomfortably. "What happened the other day was regrettable, and I'd rather not discuss it further. I think it best if we put it behind us."

"So all that stuff about you learning to own your mistakes, was that bullshit?"

"Gavin, please."

"Was it all bullshit, Nines? Did any of it mean anything to you?"

The android stared at the floor, fists clenched. Resentment dripped from every syllable of his deeply scathing words: "I think you can attest to how little it meant."

"So it's my fault. Of-fucking-course", Gavin cackled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I guess you aren't a machine, after all. I don't know many toasters capable of being such a cruel, vindictive asshole."

"This conversation is over." Nines deadpanned, feigning a return to composure despite the frenzied light show on his forehead, "I think it best if we set aside our differences and focus on catching our culprit. With any luck, he will soon be apprehended, and we can wash our hands of this ill-fated partnership."

The words hit Gavin like a punch to the gut, shattering what little remained of his pride. He leaned towards Nines, chest extended in a show of fierce hostility. "Sounds fucking perfect to me."

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𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟼, 𝟸𝟶𝟹𝟷, 𝙰𝙼 𝟶𝟷:𝟹𝟼:𝟸𝟾

Summary: What appears to be a series of robberies escalates and brings you closer than you'd like to both Cyberlife and Gavin masterlist ✩ ao3 ✩ wattpad ✩ previous chapter ✩ next chapter ✩

Your days start and end with Gavin Reed. Well, your work days at least. You’re free of him most weeknights unless he gets called in, which is exactly what’s happening tonight.

“Damn, sweetheart. How much does Cyberlife pay you?” Gavin asks as he looks up at your apartment building through his front windshield.

“Enough,” you grunt as you hop into his car.

He rolls his eyes, “So, you’re filthy rich. Good to know.”

The radio plays in a low hum as Gavin navigates through the Detroit city streets. He taps impatiently on the wheel.

“So, what do we know?” Gavin grumbles, his eyes darting between the road and you.

You pull out a datapad that you received a few days into your partnership with Gavin, thanks to the DPD. You scan over the case file one, forcing your tired eyes to focus.

“It’s strange. For the past few weeks, the perp has just been targeting convenience stores. It’s quite a jump to target a Cyberlife warehouse,” you sigh as your brows furrow.

Gavin rubs the side of his face, “They’re escalating, that’s for damn sure.”

“Do you think it’s more than one person?”

He thinks for a moment, “Has to be. There’s no way just one person can pull this off.”

“Maybe it’s an initiation of some sort? The convenience stores were just a test and this is the real thing.”

“That’s a little extreme, don’t you think?” Gavin raises a brow as he looks at you out of the corner of his eye.

You hum, “Maybe, but we have to consider all of our options. We’re no closer to catching whoever did this than we were two weeks ago.”

“Wow, Doc, I had no idea that we were making absolutely no progress in this case, thank you for this enlightening information,” he quipped, rolling his eyes.

You resist the urge to smack him upside the head and choose to look out the window instead. Minutes pass by in tense silence and before you know it, Gavin is pulling up to the warehouse. The scene is lit up by the flashing lights of various other police cars, and Gavin parks in an unoccupied spot. You wordlessly exit the car, and the scene buzzes with activity. Various officers are scouring the scene for evidence or talking to the guards on duty tonight.

“Let’s start inside, we can work our way out from there,” Gavin suggests as he leads you inside the warehouse.

You scan the inside of the warehouse— various crates are opened with their lids thrown to the side with a trail leading to the exit on the far side of the warehouse.

Gavin leads you to another officer, a young woman with short brown hair. “Chen, what the fuck happened here?”

Officer Chen sighs, “The bastards were in and out like damn ghosts. The security footage is all scrambled. we’re trying to work through it, but it’s gonna take time.” She holds out her hand to you, “Tina Chen, I don’t believe we’ve met.”

You take her hand and introduce yourself, giving her a grim smile. “What did they take?” you ask as you survey the scene once again.

She looks at the datapad she had in her spare hand, “Mostly just parts. They were in and out in less than 10 minutes, so they must’ve known what they wanted and where to look.”

“Thanks, Tina. We’re gonna take a look around,” Gavin sighs and Tina nods her goodbye.

As you walk away you pull Gavin to the side. “This doesn’t look good for me, Reed. We’re in charge of finding these people, and now they’ve directly targeted Cyberlife,” you hiss as your heart begins to pound in your chest.

Gavin’s eyebrows furrow and he raises his hands, “Whoa, calm down, sweetheart.”

“Calm down? The perp went from robbing convenience stores to a high-stakes operation against Cyberlife, and you want me to calm down?” you question, the pitch of your voice rising with each passing second.

“If anyone’s going to be targeted by Cyberlife, it’ll be me. All you’re supposed to do is watch, remember?” he assures as he places a hand on your shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze, ensuring you’re looking at him. “Take a deep breath, and calm the fuck down, sweetheart.”

You take a few deep breaths and run a shaky hand through your hair, forcing yourself to save your freak-out for later. “I’ll check with the representative from Cyberlife, and see exactly what was taken. If we know what they were looking for, maybe we can figure out the motive,” you utter, collecting your thoughts.

Gavin nods, giving you a once-over. “Alright, I’ll talk with some other officers, and see if I can figure out the point of entry and exit.”

“Come find me when you’re done,” you instruct and Gavin nods once again. He turns on his heel and joins a group of officers on the other side of the warehouse.

You seek out the most professional-looking person at the crime scene, who happens to be a woman wearing a pantsuit and a Cyberlife badge talking to a police officer. Her back is facing you, but she turns her head as you approach. Your steps falter as you’re face-to-face with the coworker who sent you to Charlie’s on your first day at Cyberlife. She dismisses the officer she’s talking to with a wave of her hand, and a smug look graces her features.

“Well, well, look at who decided to finally show up. I was worried when I didn’t see you at the office for a few days, but then Graff told me about this little project of yours,” she sneers and places a hand on her hip.

You press your lips into a thin line, “Hello, Emily, great to see you as always.”

“What do you want, anyways? Shouldn’t you be gallivanting around the crime scene with your boy toy instead of bothering me?”

“Officer Reed is one of the leading officers on this case, and I happen to be his partner,” you grit out. You pause for a moment, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Regardless, I need to know specifically what parts the perps took.” You ignore the way your cheeks heat at her insinuation. She rolls her eyes but takes a look at her datapad. You’re slightly surprised she’s willing to indulge you, and you attempt to mask the way your eyebrows raise in response.

“Looks like they were targeting specific components— high-end biocomponents and advanced processors. Not your run-of-the-mill parts, and definitely not cheap.”

You can’t help the automatic tilt of your head as your thoughts begin to race. Android parts usually sell for a decent amount of money, so anyone lucky enough to sneak into the warehouse normally wouldn’t be picky. They could make a decent payday no matter what they chose. This perp was different, though. Maybe it isn’t about the money?

“Hello?” Emily calls as she waves a hand in front of your face, bringing you abruptly back to reality.

You blink rapidly for a moment before looking over at her. “Thanks for your help,” you murmur before walking away.

You can’t help the flare of annoyance at Emily’s attitude that comes over you as you walk away, but you shove it aside for another time. You have a case to solve, and you’ll have plenty of time to ruminate about it later.

Gavin’s waiting for you by the time you finish your chat with Emily, and he looks up at you as you return, a questioning look at your obvious change in demeanor.

“What’d you learn?” he questions warily.

“They targeted specific and expensive parts. I’m starting to think that this was an inside job.”

“What?”

“Think about it,” you huff, “the perps knew what parts were the most expensive, and they knew exactly which crates to find them in.”

Gavin scans the surrounding area, and you’re right. Only a few select crates show evidence of tampering.

He rubs his chin, “That’s what Brooks mentioned. Some of the stuff in here costs an arm and a leg, but they didn’t even touch it. Not to mention the security system.” He pauses for a moment, lost in thought. “It isn’t about the money, then. The perp is doing something else with the stolen parts.”

“Exactly.”

You can’t help but feel a small surge of pride as Gavin easily follows your train of thought. Maybe he isn’t as lousy as a cop as you suspected.

“Maybe this isn’t related to the convenience store robberies? I mean, this is Detroit. We’re not exactly short on crime here.”

You frown, not fully convinced. “Maybe… I still think we need more evidence.”

Gavin sighs, “We can regroup in the morning, but, for now, I think we got all we can.”

You nod and he leads you back to his patrol car. Officers have slowly started to filter out of the warehouse, leaving the two of you and a few stragglers.

You crank the heat as soon as you get comfortable in Gavin’s car. You hold your hands up to the vent for a few moments before relaxing back in your seat, exhaustion finally catching up to you.

Gavin begins driving you back to your apartment and a comfortable silence falls over the two of you. You watch as the cityscape passes by, neon lights of various buildings brighten the night sky.

Gavin clears his throat, “What happened between you and that Cyberlife chick? You didn’t seem completely thrilled to be talking to her.”

You raise a brow, “Were you watching me, Officer Reed?”

You grin as he sputters for a moment.

“It’s my job to be observant; besides, the look you had on your face when you met back up with me wasn’t exactly friendly,” he defends himself, his gaze glued on the road. You sneak a glance at him in the light of the passing streetlights. You could’ve sworn you saw a tinge of red dusting his cheeks.

You shrug, “She’s the one who tricked me into going to Charlie’s. We haven’t really gotten along since.”

You decide to keep Emily’s comment about Gavin being your “boy toy” to yourself. At least for now, you can save yourself a little bit of embarrassment.

Gavin hums in acknowledgment but says nothing.

“What? No quip about me having to interact with the equivalent of a high school bully,” you joke, attempting to ease the tension that had settled over the car.

He chuckles, “No, just can’t say what I want to say.”

You raise a brow, your grin widening as you tease him. “Don’t worry, this is a safe space.”

Gavin huffs out a laugh in response, and before you can urge him anymore he pulls up to your apartment building.

“Do you want me to walk you up? It’s late and dark out,” Gavin questions, looking around the desolate parking lot. He avoids your gaze as you hop out of his car.

Your apartment building has one of the most well-lit parking lots in Detroit, and you furrow your brows for a moment.

“No, I think I can make it. Thanks, though,” you can’t help the smile that graces your features.

You’re about to shut the door when Gavin calls your name. You hold onto the door frame and bend down to look at him.

“Just, uh… fuck,” he grunts and runs a hand down his face. He looks down at the center console before meeting your eyes for the first time since you left the warehouse, “That chick sending you to that bar is the reason we met, so, I dunno… Maybe don’t be so pissed at her for that.”

You tilt your head to the side, giving him a small smile.

“Goodnight, Gavin,” you say softly before shutting the door behind you.

Warmth floods your chest, and you’re nearly giddy as you ride the elevator up to your apartment. As you lay in bed, you replay that moment in your head.

Maybe being partners won’t be so bad.

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