#dbh damian miller

[enkisstories]

A little later, in an apartment near Spice Market, that’s nameplate read “Miller”:

Damian: HELP! Alien invasion!

Susan: "No need to be afraid, Dames! It's just your daddy. Maybe if he'd take off the helmet... So you scored the promotion?"

Chris: "Well, entry level armed security guard still means scanning tickets and smiling at visitors: Welcome to CyberLife, Ma'm! Don't touch anything! Only now with a bulky armor and a service pistol."

Susan: "Still! I can see how your new position makes you happy!"

[veilder]

Alright, next up on the roster for prompt night! Another oldie of mine that I originally conceived for an old Rarepairs Week and then never did anything with. XD I really love the premise of it, though, and think it would make a fantastic little story on its own. Please enjoy. ^_^

Prompt: Chris Miller is living a charmed life by all accounts: good job, gorgeous wife, happy baby boy, the works. The poster boy for the American Dream.

That all changes when he returns home after a long night shift to find his wife's things gone and a note on the table explaining why she'd left him and their son, that she just couldn't take it, that looking after a small child was too taxing, especially when he worked such unpredictable hours, that she's been unhappy for a long time, etc.

He only looks away from her words at last when his son cries out for him. And it's now that it hits him: he's been left alone to care for his child. For all intents and purposes, he's a single father. Just how is he supposed to manage now?

When he drags himself into work later that day with his son bundled up in his arms and a diaper bag slung over his shoulder, he gets both some weird looks and also a talking to from Captain Fowler. It's only day one and he can feel the weight of it all crashing down on him. How will he do this alone?

Turns out, maybe he won't have to.

The first time he's called out to a crime scene, he snaps his head worriedly his son's way. He can't take a baby to a crime scene. But he needs this job, he can't screw it up.

"Hey Chris, don't worry, I'll watch the little guy while you're gone. Been through the ringer with my own kids and grandkids, don't you worry." Ben Collins, apparent baby whisperer, is already reaching down for the giggling Damian.

When he needs to do patrol: "Awww, does widdle Damy wanna hang out with Aunty Tina! Does he? Does he?"

When his son begins crying while Chris is escorting some violent criminals: "Don't worry, Officer Miller! Young Damian and I have been studying the flora growing in the small lot out front! I think he would enjoy another walk? Does that sound alright, Damian?" Connor was surprisingly good with kids, it seemed.

Even old Hank took the kid off his hands a couple of times. "Eh, don't even worry about it, kid. Babies are easy; you're gonna have a much harder time dealing with that riot out there."

And things are... not great now, but they're not dire, either. He has friends--good friends--he can rely on and he's been managing to stay afloat. Even if he comes home every night to a house haunted by his ex-wife's memory. Even if he still sees her face when he looks too long at his son. Even if he still wakes up weeping and hugging her pillow.

But still, things are alright. They're managing. Until they aren't.

When Chris is injured (knife wound to the hand) one day on a routine arrest, he finds just how compromised he might be trying to keep a curious child who has now learned to crawl safe.

"Hey, c'mon. I'll help you get him home and shit." The voice startles him and he looks up at the DPD's angriest detective, Gavin Reed. "You ain't gonna be able to even buckle him in with the way he wriggles. So yeah... Let's go."

Chris has no idea where this unasked-for charity came from but he's not about to waste it. He scoops up his things even as Gavin buckles his son into his carrier and scoops the whole thing up like he's been doing it for years. They all go home and Gavin gets things in order, gets Chris settled, gives Damian a bath, even cooks them dinner. And yeah, Chris considered the other man a friend but this went so above and beyond he had no idea what to even say except-- "Thank you, Gavin."

The other man just grunts as he puts on his boots and jacket, giving Chris a backwards wave as he saunters through the door.

He doesn't expect Gavin to show up the next morning with coffee and croissants from the bakery over by his place. He doesn't expect him to return home with him night after night for two weeks, to come back every morning, to be so damn reliable. And he certainly, certainly doesn't expect him to be so good with Damian.

And he realizes that he hasn't thought of his ex for days now. He hasn't cried for her in a week. And he's been looking forward to watching the other man putter around his house, helping him out even though his injury is healed enough that he can definitely take care of it all now. He likes watching Gavin playing peak-a-boo with Damian. He likes... the picture they all make.

It's then, four months after his wife abandoned him, four months after the DPD adopted him and his son, four months of being "on his own..." It's then that Chris realizes he might actually be in trouble.

It's then that he realizes that he might be in love with his best friend.

[fishfingersandscarves]

commissioned again by @zombly for another 60miller comic!

[words-with-wren]

Bring Your Kid to Work Day - DBH fanfic

Summary: Officer Chris Miller brings his son to work one day. 

Words: 2,045

A/N: I recently learned that Chris has a son. (Thanks @depressed--and--underdressed for enlightening me.) so I had to write a thing. Also, I drew an art: Bloop

| A03 |

             It was a quiet morning at the Detroit Police Department. Nothing big had come up and Connor was taking the time to file reports he had fallen behind on. The slow morning was a welcome break from the past week, a week in which he and Hank had been very busy, chasing leads all over the city.

             He looked up as Hank lowered himself into his seat and spun the chair to face his desk. With a long sigh, he turned the terminal on. He looked very tired and Connor made a mental note to make sure he got enough sleep that night.

             “What did Captain Fowler say?” he asked. Hank sighed and leaned back in his chair, spinning it slightly to face Connor.

             “He thinks this guy has some accomplices. And naturally, we’re the ones who have to deal with it.”

             “It makes sense,” Connor said, pushing himself back from the desk. “It seems very unlikely for one man to successfully smuggle ten androids across the country like that on his own.”

             “Yeah.” Hank sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “Alright – let’s see what we have.”

             They were comparing evidence when Chris Miller arrived – a good hour after he was supposed to. He seemed flustered and was carrying an infant in a portable car seat.

             “Sorry I’m late,” he said, heading towards his desk. The child was sleeping, his hands balled in tiny fists beside his face. “I couldn’t find anyone to take Damian.”

             “You’ve brought a kid here?” Gavin scoffed, dropping his legs off his desk. “I’m not gonna get much work done if he starts screaming.”

             Chris looked slightly embarrassed but was saved from having to answer from Tina Chen, who spoke up from her desk.

             “Gavin, shut up,” she said sharply. Gavin scowled slightly but didn’t say any more, muttering something under his breath as he turned back to his work. “We’ll be glad to have him visit,” Tina continued, and Chris smiled at her gratefully.

             The office settled into silence again, only the soft murmur of conversation filling the room. But Connor couldn’t focus on his work again, he kept glancing towards Chris’ desk and the tiny human sleeping under it. He had never seen a baby before. It hadn’t really come up in his line of work.

             The silence of the room was broken about half an hour later when Chris’ partner approached his desk.

             “We’ve got patrol,” he said, almost apologetically. Chris muttered something under his breath and glanced down at the baby.

             “I can’t leave him alone,” he said. His partner shrugged, glancing around the room.

             “Why not?” Ben Collins spoke up from the other side of the room, looking up from his desk. “We’ll look after him.”

             “Are you sure?” Chris asked, looking back at his son.

             “Yeah, it’ll be fun,” Tina said. “I have a niece about his age who I babysit often. I can look after him.”

             After a long moment of consideration, Chris sighed.              “Alright.” He picked the car seat with its precious cargo up and carried it to Tina’s desk. “Thanks,” he said softly. “There’s a bottle in the compartment at the back and a couple of toys as well.”

             Tina grinned at him, then at the baby.

             “Go. He’ll be fine.”

             With a moment of hesitation, Chris nodded and turned to follow his partner out of the room. Tina smiled down at the baby now under her desk and turned back to her work.

             Only ten minutes after Chris had left did trouble start. Damian woke up and a thin, wailing cry filled the room. Gavin dropped the tablet he had been looking at and cursed.

             “Someone shut that brat up,” he said loudly.

             Tina picked the child up, gently bouncing him on her knee and talking to him softly. Connor watched with interest, marvelling at how small Damian was. He kept crying, working himself into an even greater fit.

             Bouncing him with one hand, Tina reached into the bag to find the bottle Chris had mentioned. But Damian was crying too much she couldn’t manage it one handed and was starting to look rather distressed.

             Hank was the only person still trying to work, everyone else unable to with the strong shouts of the baby. Ben left his desk and took Damian from Tina, holding him as Tina retrieved the bottle. Without really meaning to, Connor left his desk and joined the small group around the crying baby as well, wanting to help – and perhaps wanting to see the baby a little better.

             Damian was quieted by the bottle, sucking at it as Ben held him in one hand. A sigh of relief washed through the room as silence reigned again.

             But not for long. The door to Captain Fowler’s office opened and he stepped out, a frown covering his face.              “What’s going on out here?” he demanded. A look of confusion and surprise crossed his face as he caught sight of Damian in Ben’s arms. “Is that a baby?”

             “Officer Miller was unable to find anyone to look after his son while he came to work so Damian was left here while he is out on patrol,” Connor informed him. The captain’s frown deepened.

             “He had no choice, Captain,” Tina said. Fowler sighed.

             “Fine, just keep him as quiet as possible. Ben, I need to talk to you about a case.” Ben looked at the child in his arms in a slight panic before hurriedly handing him to Connor and moving into Fowler’s office.

             Connor froze, taken aback at finding himself suddenly holding a tiny human. His LED flashed yellow briefly as he adjusted Damion into a more comfortable position, steadying the bottle in one hand and supporting the baby in the other.

             He sat on the edge of Tina’s desk, watching Damian greedily suck in the milk. He was so tiny, so small, so perfect.

             “Can you take him for a bit, Connor?” Tina asked. “I really need to focus on this.”

             Connor glanced at her in surprise, suddenly aware of where he was again. He had been so caught up in the baby that he had forgotten Tina was still there.

             “Of course I can,” he said, standing. Damian finished the bottle a moment later, but to Connor’s relief, he didn’t start screaming again.

             He was the model of perfection after that, and Connor spent the next hour or so playing with the baby. He was fascinated by the tiny human – the smallest person he had ever seen was Emma and she was much larger than Damian. Officers came and went as Connor played with Damian, some chuckling slightly at the sight of the android sitting on the ground, playing with a baby. Connor didn't care, enjoying looking after the small human.

             But Damian’s happiness didn’t last forever. He was sitting on Connor’s lap as the android sat cross-legged on the ground beside his desk when he started crying again.

             “It’s alright,” Connor said soothingly, trying to bounce him like he had seen Tina do. “Don’t cry.”

             But Damian didn’t listen to him, sniffing. The sniffs turned into cries and the cries into wails. Connor was at a loss as to what to do – no matter how much he bounced or soothed Damian wouldn’t quiet.

             He stood and started gently jostling him, hoping that would help. But it didn’t work and Damian kept crying.

             “He might need a diaper change,” Tina said. She moved to Connor, taking the screaming child from him and holding him as well as you can hold a screaming and squirming baby. “Here, I’ll go see.”

             She vanished into the bathroom, Damian’s cries quieted as the door closed behind her. Connor dropped back into his seat, Hank glancing up at him. He had barely reacted through the whole morning, focusing on the case Fowler had given him.

             Tina came back not long after, a still screaming Damian in her arms. She moved to his seat and placed him in it, rocking him with her foot. But he kept crying.

             Gavin had finally had enough and stood, moving to Tina’s desk and picking Damian up. The child only screamed louder, balling his fists and squeezing his eyes shut.

             “Shuddup!” he snapped, holding the baby at arm’s length. Damian did not shut up, his cries getting louder.

             “Reed, that is not helping!” Tina snapped. She took Damian back, trying to soothe him.

             “Well you do something then,” Gavin snapped. “I’m trying to get some work done and I can’t do anything with that racket!”

             “I’m doing my best!” Tina said, a slight hint of desperation in his voice. The other officers in the room were shifting nervously in their seats, no one really sure what to do. Damian kept crying.

             Connor was becoming distressed, his LED flickering more the longer Damian cried. He didn’t like the sound of Damian’s cries and was finding it hard to focus on anything but the wails coming from across the room. He looked up at his partner, who was still steadfastly ignoring the rest of the room.

             “Hank…” he began, hoping that maybe Hank would be able to do something to make the noise stop.

             With a long sigh, Hank pushed himself away from his desk. He crossed the room and took the screaming child from Tina, who cast a grateful look at him. He spoke softly to Damian, walking the length of the room and calming him. Slowly, Damian’s cries died away and he pressed himself into Hank’s chest.

             Silence covered the room. A blessed silence that Connor had felt he would never experience again. No one dared even breath for a long moment after the baby had finally settled, everyone watching Hank as he made his way back to his seat, the half-asleep Damian quiet on his chest.

             “Thanks, Lieutenant,” Tina said gratefully, breaking the silence. “My niece usually isn’t that hard to settle, I wasn’t sure what to do.”

             Hank grunted, lowering himself into his seat.

             “He was tired,” he said, picking up his tablet while supporting Damian with the other hand. “He’s in a strange place and very tired and didn’t know what to do with himself.”

             “How’d you know?” one of the newer detectives asked. Hank didn’t answer, turning back to his work. For a moment, Connor could imagine what he had been like years ago. A different child sleeping on his chest, a different man quieting the baby.

             Damian slept until his father returned, pressed into Hank’s jacket, periodically kicking softly as he dreamed. Hank didn’t pay him any heed, focusing on the case and occasionally running through his thoughts with Connor.

             The office settled into a comfortable silence, most people seeming to forget about the sleeping child. But Connor glanced up at him every now and then, peacefully dreaming on Hank’s chest. Once, when he looked up he saw Hank looking down at the sleeping child with a strange, bittersweet expression on his face.

             Chris arrived back, moving quickly into the office. His slightly worried expression faded as he saw his son, sleeping peacefully.

             “How was he?” he asked as he took the still sleeping child from the lieutenant. Hank shrugged.

             “He wasn’t too bad. Cried a bit, but we dealt with it.” Then he turned back to his work. Chris didn’t ask anymore, laying his sleeping son back in his car seat.

             The rest of the day past without event, Damian behaving himself around his father. Connor and Hank didn’t make much progress on the case and despite Hank’s protests that they had nearly found something he forced the lieutenant home at 5 pm.

             Connor was silent for most of the ride home, lost in thought.

             “I like babies,” he said finally, breaking the silence. Hank glanced over at him, grunting slightly. Connor frowned – Hank had been unusually quiet for the whole day. “Are you alright, Lieutenant?” Hank was silent for a long moment, so long Connor wasn’t sure if he was going to answer. But he finally nodded slowly.

             “Yeah. Just… old memories.” Connor nodded as well, staring out the front window.

             “Good memories?” he asked.

             “Yeah. Yeah, I think so,” Hank answered. They fell back into a companionable silence, the car driving quietly through the dim evening light.

[anonymous-idfk]

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All credit goes to the amazing @kianraidelcam

Written for @anonymous-idfk and their wonderful prompt they were kind enough to provide! I hope you like it! Full fic under the cut for those who don’t want to use ao3.

Both his appearance and voice were specifically designed to facilitate his integration into human society as the perfect partner.

So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that the kid  could fucking sing. Because of course CyberLife would decide to give Connor a set of pipes while neglecting to give him a set of self-preservation. Of course the ability to sing took priority over protecting his own life, especially whenever Hank’s was involved.

Fuck him though, it came as quite the surprise to Lieutenant Anderson that Connor could sing a gentle tune while holding a child. And judging from the not-so-subtle looks the officers in the precinct were giving him? Everyone else agreed.

Chris had come in on his day off, juggling six-month old Damien and a cardboard box in his arms when Connor offered to give him a hand. Hank was fairly confident the android had meant to grab the box, but much to the RK800’s surprise, the child was hastily given to him with a muttered thanks before rushing to the archive room. Hank was going have to ask Nines later to hack the office’s security cameras so he could get a picture of Connor’s shocked face.

“Officer Miller, I’m not sure I’m properly equipped for child care,” Connor had called after the retreating father.

“You two are the same age, just find some common ground, Con,” Chris replied with a smile before disappearing down the hallway.

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[gotta-love-them-losers]

DBH Rare Pairs Week Day 3

Protect/Stars

Nines/Chris Miller

1,102 Words

@dbhrarepairs

Chris and Nines are on a date when a mugger stops them.

You can read it here on Ao3

Nines smiled down at the hand curling around his. He met Chris’ eyes and felt his Thirium pump skip a beat. Chris had a wide smile on his lips, crinkling the corner of his eyes. Nines saved the image to a special memory folder he kept. Lifting their joined hands up, Nines pressed a soft kiss to Chris’ knuckles. That earned a soft laugh and a bump of their shoulders. Nines saved the sound too, just because he could.

Chris sighed as he pressed their sides together. “Wish finding a babysitter was easier. I don’t think Gav has the energy to watch Damian for more than a couple of hours.”

Nines nodded. He took a steadying breath. “Maybe next time I could come over and we could stay in?”

“That’d be nice.” Chris looked up at him with a grin. It turned to something sweeter. “You could stay in with me tonight if you want.”

Nines felt his face heat up and knew it was turning red. “I’d like that.”

“Hey, you two,” a man yelled behind them, causing Chris to jump, “uh, stop. Don’t move.”

He and Chris stayed still as the man stepped out of the side street. Nines’ LED spun red at the sight of a gun pointing at them. He shifted in front of Chris.

“Don’t fucking m-move!” He said through clenched teeth, hands shaking.

Nines froze. “Okay, I’m not moving, just stay calm.”

Chris’ heart was beating out of his chest at the sight of a gun being pointed at Nines. It was obvious the man wasn’t in his right mind. “Yeah, we’ll do what you say, no need to hurt anyone.”

Nines scanned the man now that he was fully in his view. Nick Johnson: wanted for violation of parole, multiple charges of Red Ice possession. He was showing signs of extreme withdrawals, and that was dangerous. The gun in his hands wasn’t ballistic, Nines realized with a sense of dread. It was a gun meant for use against androids. This wasn’t a typical mugging; this was about capturing Nines. That meant Chris was either a loose end or in less danger, and Nines wasn’t keen on gambling.

“Sorry,” someone, likely a woman, said behind them, “nothing personal.”

Nines’ preconstruction software worked as fast as he could make it. All of them came back negatively or inconclusive. He needed to know where the woman was, and if she had a weapon. She was likely armed, so an attack on the man in front of him could lead to Chris’ death. He could try to attack the woman, but it would take too long without knowing her exact location behind him. He attempted surrender.

“You want me, correct?” Nines asked calmly, “I’ll come with you without causing any issues, but only if my partner isn’t harmed.”

He looked over at Chris and noticed he was looking at the woman behind Nines. A shock of fear and relief shot through him. He could see the reflection of the woman in Chris’ eyes, meaning he could calculate her position. She was pointing her gun at Chris, however. Nines classified her as the main threat.

“Can’t do that, he’s seen our faces.”

He needed to protect Chris.

According to his newest preconstructions, Chris had an 80% chance of survival, but Nines’ survival was only at 15%. He moved as fast as he could to disarm the woman. Managing to grab her arm, Nines lifted it up into the air just before it went off. He twisted the woman’s arm, hearing a snap, and sent the gun flying out of her hands. Behind him, the man panicked and let out a volley of shots at Nines. One of them met its mark in the middle of Nines’ back.

Nines’ vision cut out immediately, and he let out a pained shout. His mind began to recede into a forced shutdown. “Protect Chris” blared in his UI. He couldn’t move or see, but his audio was still online. He heard a struggle continuing. Three shots rang through Nines’ ears, sending sharp panic through him. A mantra of Chris, Chris, Chris struck at each sluggish pump of his Thirium regulator.

Nines’ audio was cutting out, letting in glimpses of his surroundings. He hoped it was Chris’ voice that he’d heard before succumbing to the shutdown.

 [System Booting Up…]

Nines opened his eyes, letting them calibrate and focus after being forced off. He blinked as the static cleared from his vision and he could take in his surroundings. He was lying on a cot in a medical room designed for androids. Looking at the cracked open door, he recalibrated his audio sensors to hear a hushed conversation on the other side.

Chris. Nines struggled to move, finding his limbs reacting sluggishly.

“Chris?” He groaned in a mechanical, static-filled voice.

The voices stopped, and the door was quickly pushed open. Chris rushed in, his face a mixture of fear and relief. “Nines,” he breathed, coming to the side of Nines’ bed, “How’re you feeling, honey?”

Nines felt his chest finally relax as Chris grabbed his hand. He let a sigh of relief pass his lips. “I’m okay. What happened?”

Chris squeezed Nines’ hand and lifted it up to press a kiss to his knuckles. “You were shot by that guy and shut down. We weren’t sure if you were going to wake up as you.”

Nines took a shaky breath. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

Chris nodded and looked relieved. “I know.”

“What happened after? Are you okay? I heard shots before shutting down.”

Chris looked away for a moment. “I’m fine. Thanks to you, I was able to get the gun and hold the woman until backup arrived. She’s been arrested, and the guys are looking for the runaway.”

Nines’ brows furrowed. “Who was shooting?”

“The runaway shot us. He was too strung out and shouldn’t have been armed. He shot her twice.” Chris shrugged.

Another voiced chimed in, “He’s forgetting the part where he was shot by the tazer from hell, too.”

Nines looked up to see Gavin leaning on the doorway. He gave a small smile at him before frowning at Chris. “You were shot?”

Chris gave Gavin a resigned glare as he stepped up to the bed. Gavin shrugged. “He would’ve figured it out in five minutes. Like a Band-Aid this way.”

Sighing, Chris looked at Nines. “I’m okay. It wouldn’t have been fatal no matter what.”

“Unlike you,” Gavin said as he nodded at Nines and squeezed his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re okay, tin can.”

Nines smiled, squeezing Chris’ hand. “Me too.”

[enkisstories]

Damian: “C’mon, Mr. Kamski, Mr. Mandred wouldn’t have believed your boasting about a time machine, if you hadn’t something to show him. As you just said yourself, the Manfreds are very practically minded.”

Chloe: “We have... a dust catcher. I always viewed that thing as a favorite childhood toy El cannot let go of.”

Elijah: “You, too, Chloe? Argh, alright, I’m going to tell you the story!”

Elijah: “It all started in Colbridge, in 2004. I had just turned two and we were visiting my moms’ friend, Amanda Stern, my future professor. Like all children I was interested in dinosaurs.”

Elijah: “Professor Stern was trying to entertain me by telling me secret lore like there not having been grass in the Cretaceaus.

I got inspired to build a time machine and travel there to see for myself, but the professor also revealed to me that one couldn’t travel back to a time where the time machine hadn’t been invented yet. It was a paradox.

I cried my little heart out that day...”

Elijah: “...but later realized that the solution to my dilemma was quite simple: I’d have to invent the receiver station first. Of course that was too big a project for a little toddler...”

Elijah: “...and therefore took me seven years to accomplish.”

Damian: “You did it?!”

Elijah: “Of course! I knew what the “train station” had to be capable of, but not how to make the “train” move, so to say.”

Elijah: “From that moment on my receiver station was waiting for a visit from a time when I, or anybody, really, would have invented the proper time machine.

This one component had already drained the family funds to no small degree, so I decided to turn to a commercially succesful project first. Something that would benefit everyone in general and my wallet in particular.”

Jin: “The androids!”

Elijah: “Exactly. All the time while I worked on perfecting them, then through the revolution and its aftermath, I waited for the receiver to spit out someone. But I’m still waiting and progress towards the real thing is painfully slow.”

[enkisstories]

Soon as Jin and Damian had returned from Moonwood Mill, they paid Jin’s uncle a visit, the alleged inventor of a time machine. The time machine Damian needed for his History merit badge, but that was out of commission at the moment.

Jin: “So, can we help repair your time machine, uncle El? I still need my Arts & Crafts merit badge, so that would be two birds with one stone!”

Elijah: “Anytime, boys. Soon as I have invented the damn thing.”

Jin: “You haven’t...?”

Damian: “Then why does our scout leader think you have a time machine?”

Elijah: “Because I told his husband so. Could I have known the Manfreds would pat everything I do down to its practical appliccations?”

Chloe: “Knowing Markus? Yes, of c...!”

Elijah: “That was a rhetoric question.”

Damian: “But you have... something, Mr. Kamski. A prototype?”

[onegunfairy-blog]

This is so cute! And you still managed to cut my heart.

Bring Your Kid to Work Day - DBH fanfic

Summary: Officer Chris Miller brings his son to work one day. 

Words: 2,045

A/N: I recently learned that Chris has a son. (Thanks @depressed–and–underdressed for enlightening me.) so I had to write a thing. Also, I drew an art: Bloop

| A03 |

             It was a quiet morning at the Detroit Police Department. Nothing big had come up and Connor was taking the time to file reports he had fallen behind on. The slow morning was a welcome break from the past week, a week in which he and Hank had been very busy, chasing leads all over the city.

             He looked up as Hank lowered himself into his seat and spun the chair to face his desk. With a long sigh, he turned the terminal on. He looked very tired and Connor made a mental note to make sure he got enough sleep that night.

             “What did Captain Fowler say?” he asked. Hank sighed and leaned back in his chair, spinning it slightly to face Connor.

             “He thinks this guy has some accomplices. And naturally, we’re the ones who have to deal with it.”

             “It makes sense,” Connor said, pushing himself back from the desk. “It seems very unlikely for one man to successfully smuggle ten androids across the country like that on his own.”

             “Yeah.” Hank sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “Alright – let’s see what we have.”

             They were comparing evidence when Chris Miller arrived – a good hour after he was supposed to. He seemed flustered and was carrying an infant in a portable car seat.

             “Sorry I’m late,” he said, heading towards his desk. The child was sleeping, his hands balled in tiny fists beside his face. “I couldn’t find anyone to take Damian.”

             “You’ve brought a kid here?” Gavin scoffed, dropping his legs off his desk. “I’m not gonna get much work done if he starts screaming.”

             Chris looked slightly embarrassed but was saved from having to answer from Tina Chen, who spoke up from her desk.

             “Gavin, shut up,” she said sharply. Gavin scowled slightly but didn’t say any more, muttering something under his breath as he turned back to his work. “We’ll be glad to have him visit,” Tina continued, and Chris smiled at her gratefully.

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