#dpd detective in training

[write-tama]

"hank.. what am i feeling right now?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ connor anderson (4k800) x officer!reader

sypnosis ; connor is very interested in an officer who just joined the police force. after being told the news that they would be joining the team, connor just had to make an acquaintance with them. anything to hear their voice.

containing ; use of you/yours and they/them pronouns! connor struggling to process emotions. hank being a proud father.

author’s note ; hihi! havent written for connor in SO long so i thought this was a cute little way of them meeting each other. connor is a

04.12.24 | 1.9k words

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Everyone knew about the infamous RK800.

The last most developed and intelligent android produced by Cyberlife.

A machine built to hunt its prey and to always accomplish his mission.

But now?

A confused man sitting at his desk, elbows on the surface as he ran the fourth diagnostic this morning.

Connor was never really taught how to feel his emotions, considering that he was forced to compress them from the moment he was made. If he were to feel any sort of emotion, it was either to the scrap factory for him or a hard lecture from Amanda.

But Amanda was gone, and androids were free to express any emotion they pleased.

It’s been weeks since Markus hit the headlines for his famous android revolution. He worked with the government extensively to pass bills in order to settle android rights for the country. Connor, on the other hand, continued to work with the DPD as a full-on detective under the supervision of Liutenant Hank Anderson. Hank was more than just a coworker, but a father figure to Connor. And that brought Connor joy, an emotion Connor was well aquainted of.

But not the feeling he was experiencing now.

Connor couldn’t get his mind off a certain someone who had joined the team a bit before the revolution. You had joined a week prior, and honestly, you were kind of regretting it. As android and human tensions rose, you were on duty 24/7. Originally, you were supposed to start easy with basic patrol around a part of a city, but because you were so impatient in doing the “big kid stuff” you found yourself frequently in the middle of the android and human discourse. Your shifts nearly lasted twelve hours, and you would be absolutely exhausted.

Things are different now. Sure, there were still some situations between the two sides, but it was definitely peace compared to literal boycotts. You sat at your desk idly scrolling through your past cases, making sure that all the information was correct and accurate. On the other side of your desk was a tablet full of notes you had taken after some cases you had to deal with. What you didn’t notice was the android detective constantly glancing at you, watching your every move to see if maybe, at some point, you would notice him.

A loud groan echoing from the desk in front of Connor made him jump, immediately turning his attention to his lieutenant taking a seat in his chair. “Fucking hell..” Hank sighed. “Fowler does nothing but my bust my balls these days, huh?” Connor stared at his partner with his hands folded in his lap and eyebrows furrowed.

“Is everything okay, Lieutenant?” Connor asked, tilting his head.

“It’s nothing too serious. Fowler just wants me to take the rookie on our next homicide case. He insisted that they would be a perfect addition to the team or whatever.” Hank groaned. “Now I’m responsible for two of you fucks.”

Connor, admittedly, felt his thirium pump racing. You? As part of the team? It was almost like he could overheat and shutdown momentarily right now. “I think they would be a great addition to the team.” Connor stated, biting back from smiling. “They have an excellent track record of solving cases in an orderly and timely manner, has caught every perpretrator with their undercover skills, and had a reputation back in their training classes as one of the top students.” He explained. Hank looked over as he was slouched in his seat with arms folded across his chest.

“Jesus, Connor, you sound like some creep searching up their name on Google.” Hank scoffed, half smiling. Though this caught Connor a little off— was he being creepy? He didn’t want to leave a bad impression on you, especially now that you're about to meet for the first time. His face scrunched up in anxiety, feeling as if he made a mistake. Hank immediately took notice and sat up. “Ah— I was just joking, Connor. I’m sure you have uh.. Good intentions.” Hank reassured, though he never said he was exactly good at it.

Hank looked over to you, seeing that you were preoccupied with work despite the fact you haven’t been on a case in a few days now. Hank looked at Connor. “Well.. Why don’t you introduce yourself to them.” Hank suggested, nodding his head over to you.

Connor immediately jolted his head up, a little wide-eyed to even suggest such. “O-Of course.” Connor stuttered out. Connor never stuttered, and though Hank was in a mood after his exchange with Fowler, he certainly didn’t leave that unnoticed.

“Did you just stutter?” Hank asked, a little amused. “Are you.. Nervous?”

“Of course not, Lieutenant,” Connor replied as steadily as possible. “I am an android.”

“Connor.”

“Yes?” Connor replied, mindlessly.

“You’re a deviant, for fucks sake.”

“Oh.”

Connor, to avoid anymore embarassment from the man he deemed his father figure, swiftly got up and started to approach you. Hank watched in pure amusement, not even wanting to stop the boy from probably embarassing himself even further, but at least Hank had some faith in him. He is Detroit’s best god damn detective.

“Hello, Officer (l/n). My name is Connor. It is nice to meet you.” Connor said, putting his hand out for a shake. You looked up from your computer screen only to be met with the most chocolate eyes you’ve ever had the privilege of being in the prescence of. He smiled politely, but behind that smile he thanked Elijah that androids could not sweat, otherwise you would’ve felt the claminess of his palm.

You took his hand and shook it firmly. “A pleasure to make your aquaintance. My name is (y/n).” You smiled generously, and wow, did Connor felt like his pump couldn’t get any faster.. He cleared his throat before darting his eyes to the unoccupied chair that sat next to your desk.

“May I?” Connor asked, gesturing towards the seat.

“Of course, I’m not doing much anyway.” You nodded. Connor took a seat, and for some reason, he struggled to even maintain his balance as he sat himself down. He nearly had to think about how to fold his hands before placing them firmly on his laps and looking at you. Thankfully, you barely realized any sort of struggle as you looked away to take a swig of your morning coffee.

“So..” you said, clasping your hands. “Am I in trouble or anything?” you joked. Connor immediately shot his head up, worried he had made the wrong impression.

“Oh, no— I—” Before Connor could sputter out an explanation, you tilted your head a little and started laughing.

“Relax! I was just kidding!” You playfully waved off. Connor’s shoulders immediately relaxed as a breath he didn’t even know he was holding back escaped his lips. You looked at him curiously, a smile still resting on your face.

“I’m sorry. Usually, I am not like this.” He said, shaking his head a little in embarassment. He was always on his A game and constantly prepared. Why were you the reason for this disruption. “I.. Uh..” He couldn’t think of anymore to say. Suddenly, he got a message through his LED.

NEW MESSAGE:

HANK: tell them u think theyre pretty.

Connor blinked a bit, registering the text message. Hank was at a perfect view watching this unfold. The back of your head was visible but he could see all of Connor’s reactions, who desperately tried to maintain a polite smile.

“I think you’re very pretty, (y/n).” Connor complimented.

“Oh— ah—” A subtle blush began to form on your cheeks as your eyes widen a little, not expecting a compliment from a handsome android such as Connor. “Why thank you, Connor. I wasn’t expecting that as our first conversation.” You chuckled a little. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Thirium was rushing through his circuits and to his cheeks. The faintest color of blue appeared dusted on his face. “Thank you.” He maintained a calm, neutral voice. They stared at each other for a minute, sort of registering the sort of corny first conversation the two of you had.

“Ah.. I almost forgot to mention.” Connor snapped back to reality. “I came here to introduce myself sfter I heard that you were joining our team on our next investigation. It’s good to make an aquaintance with our future team member.” Connor smiled politely.

“Why thank you. I am very excited to work with you and Lieutenant Anderson.” You nodded. “Though I will miss working with Gavin and Chris’ team.”

Ah, that’s right. You used to work with Gavin. It almost left a bad taste in Connor’s mouth knowing that Gavin probably spat some awful opinions about him to you. Though from the looks of it, you were enjoying your conversation with him which eased him.

“I promise we will a provide a welcoming and safe space in our team, and of course, to make sure you don’t come into harms way.” Connor assured. Though he was mainly promising this to you personally. God forbids Connor seeing you get hurt.

“Why thank you, Connor.” You said, tilting your head. Connor was rather intriguing to you— an android acting this way around you. His LED constantly switched between yellow and blue as if he was making sure to process every word you uttered. Yet he was so human— he would scratch the back of his neck, fidget with his fingers, and shuffle a bit in his seat. You would think someone as advanced as him would at least be able to have a composure, but he was different. It was something you admired about him.

“(l/n), in my office!” Captain Fowler called from the balcony of his room. You looked over to Connor before sighing.

“Well, boss is calling me. I’ll talk to you afterwards?” You suggested as you stood from your seat.

“Of course.” Connor replied, shielding his excitement. He stood up from his chair as well. “I’d be happy to talk again, (y/n).”

“Likewise.” You winked. With that, you left your desk and headed straight to Fowler’s office. Connor stood shellshocked. Did you just.. Wink at him?! Connor’s eyes slowly drifted to Hank, who was chuckling heartily. He gave Connor an assuring thumbs up as Connor made his way back to their desks.

“You’d be a shit detective if this is how you acted all the time.” Hank snickered. Connor grinned a little before taking a seat back at his desk.

“I know.” Connor sighed, leaning a little back in his chair. He at you through the glass walls, noticing your upright posture and the way you listened intently to Captain Fowler’s words. He looked over to Hank before thinning his lips.

“Lieutenant?” Connor asked.

“What is it, son?”

“What am I.. Feeling right now?” Connor asked, a little lost on how to explain it. “I can only think about them— only envision them when I close my eyes. I get nervous and its like my programming has reduced to 0s and 1s.” He sighed, hell, even a little frustrated that you had this affect on him.

Hank with a wide smile, shook his head and looked at Connor with a knowing stare. Connor looked up, both lost while desperate for an answer and maybe even a cure. Hank sat up and made sure to look at Connor right in the yes.

“Connor,” Hank sighed, grinning. “Son, that feeling your experiencing is called love. And your plastic ass better get used to it.”

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thank you so much for reading towards the end ! im sorry if its a little messy-- i quickly had to post this before hanging out w some friends but i just wanted to get this out of the way rq! reblogs, replies, and even likes are so so appreciated <3

[coming-lieutenant]

Hello!

Got another idea about younger detective and how Hank can't believe she likes him, so he thinks she spends time with them for Connor, until she's fed up with all of this and kisses him. Maybe in front of DPD 👀.

Thanks Queen/King/any other royality you might identifies with 💖😌

Get a Fucking Clue

A/N: Sorry for the delay 😭 my life literally imploded over the last week and a half and I finally got the ship back on course. I hope you enjoy it!! I’m so sorry it took me so long!

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Cool, refreshing air envelopes your body, a comforting contrast to the summer heat outside as you walk step into the Detroit Police Precinct. Today marks the beginning of a new journey for you as a criminal investigator. Over are the days of sitting on the side of the road, in alleys, waiting for someone to break into a building, mug some unsuspecting passerby, or any of the other unsavory activities that occur under the moonlight of this restless city. Now, you get to work among some of DPD’s finest on the scenes of the crimes, solving crimes with much higher stakes.

You take a breath, trying to keep yourself cool and collected as you walk into the Bull Pen. You’ve been in here before, but typically you didn’t spend much time here. You walk through, looking at the desks, looking for the lieutenant and his partner you’ve been assigned to train under. You see a man, or android, rather, as you can tell by the bright blue LED on his temple, sitting at a desk. You recall being told the partner in question was an android detective sent by Cyberlife, and though you don’t see anyone sitting with him, you approach anyway.

“Hello. You must be Connor,” you say, greeting the android as you walk up to the desk. He looks up from his computer at you. “Hello,” he says, giving you a warm smile, “I am in fact. Can I help you with something?” You look at the empty desk across from him. “Have you seen Lieutenant Anderson this morning?” You ask, puzzled by his absence. Connor smiles again. “It would be surprising if I had. I’ll call him and let him know you’re here.” He picks up his phone, calling Lieutenant Anderson. He looks mildly surprised as his call is answered. “Lieutenant? Our trainee is here. She wishes to meet you.” He’s quiet for a moment, seemingly listening to the response. “Alright. I’ll let her know.” Connor hangs up the phone, looking to you, “He wanted me to inform you he’ll be here in fifteen minutes. He said you may sit at his desk until he arrives if you want.” You smile, nodding. “I think I will.”

You sit at his desk, taking in the various items he has scattered around. He’s got a little plant, which makes you smile, and a picture of a saint bernard dog. He’s also got stickers all over his computer screen, almost completely covering the screen itself. You scan your eyes over the snarky and sarcastic stickers, referencing his disdain for his ex-wife, happy people, and complaints.

Just as you finish reading them, you catch the motion of someone approaching out of the corner of your eye. You look up to see a particularly tall man, taller than Connor, with shaggy, silver hair and a brown leather jacket approaching. You smile, standing up. “You must be Lieutenant Anderson,” you greet, holding your hand out for him to shake. He stands in front of you, an apathetic yet curious look on his face as he shakes your hand. The contact nearly sends a shiver down your spine, heat blossoming in your hand and running all the way up your arm, settling in your cheeks. “Unfortunately.” He responds, looking down at you. “Are you the new kid Fowler wants me to train?” Your smile falters a little bit, taken aback, but you’re not one to back down at the first sign of trouble. You stand up a little straighter, smiling at him confidently. “I actually have several years of patrol under my belt.” This makes him chuckle. “I consider ‘several’ five or more years. How many you got?” He retorts. You cross your arms, still smiling. “Four. But regardless, I’m not fresh meat, Lieutenant, and I’m sure someone as experienced as yourself will have no problem training me up in no time,” you quip. This finally gets you a smirk from the detective. He sits down in his chair, “I’ll see what I can do.”

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Your training under Hank went like that for months. Sarcastic comments from Hank, witty replies thrown right back in his face from you, Connor being an unfortunate bystander, day in and day out. As the days went by, you found yourself growing… Particularly fond of Hank. It was nearing the end of your training, meaning working so closely alongside Hank and Connor was about to come to and end, and you would be assigned to cases on your own and eventually be issued your own partner. As exhilarating as it was, finally having the world in your hands, it was bittersweet. You found yourself waking up in the morning eager to go to work, and though you were in some degree of denial about it, deep down you knew you weren’t eager to work. You were eager to see Hank.

Hank was grumpy, cynical, and spiteful, yes. Absolutely he was. Concurrently, though, you knew that, much like Connor, he had grown a soft spot for you. In fact, much to Connor’s chagrin, he seemed to have more of a soft spot for you than he did for even his android partner. Of the three of you, you were the most likely to make mistakes. To get things wrong. Regardless, he always met your self criticisms with defensiveness. Defense of you. He never let you feel like you weren’t a good enough detective, or like you would never be able to make it on your own. And, though you would never let him know it, the banter between the two of you, when it happened, never failed to light a fire deep inside you. It was exhilarating to go back and forth with him, and you basked in the attention of it.

Nearing the end of your training with Hank, only weeks out from it, you found yourself standing outside of Chicken Feed with Hank. Connor sat in the car, as usual, seemingly wanting to give the two of you space as he slowly caught onto your feelings for Hank. You smile at Hank. “Only a couple more weeks of this, huh?” you quip. Hank chuckles. “Yep. You’re lucky, you only have to deal with two more weeks of this ugly mug. Connor over there has to put up with it until further notice,” he responds, motioning to Connor in the car with the sandwich in his hands. “You’re going to miss him, aren’t ya?” he says, laughing. A look of confusion spreads across your face, and you look at him with furrowed brows. “Miss who?” Hank gives you a knowing look. “Connor.” He says, as though it’s the most obvious statement in the world. You are thoroughly perplexed by this. “Oh, uh… Yeah? I guess so.” You’re not sure what the point of the question is, but you finish your lunch anyway, not much of a word from either of you as you finish eating.

Back at the station, Hank’s words repeat like a broken record in your head. You sit with him, once again in Connor’s absence, as the two of you quietly work on filing through cases. Suddenly, Hank speaks. “You know, I think you should tell him how you feel.” You sit up, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair. “Hank, what in god’s name are you talking about?” you demand, looking incredulously at him. He looks back up at him. “Connor. You should tell him how you feel. I mean, even when there’s no case, you’re always hanging around. You always seem to laugh when you’re with him, and you blush all the time. I think before your training is done, you should tell him how you feel.” You stand up, running your hand through your hair and sighing, pacing slightly away from your chair as you are struck with disbelief, not knowing how to respond. You’ve never in all your years seen someone be so dense. He starts to talk again. “Listen, I didn’t mean to stress you out, I just think-“ Suddenly, you know exactly what you should do. You spin on your heel, cutting him off as he speaks by grabbing him by the collar and slamming your lips onto his. Hank’s hands are suspended in mid-air where they had been while he spoke, and they slowly move to your arms, gently touching you as he begins to kiss back. After a moment, you pull away, smiling. “Still think it’s Connor I’ve taken an interest in?” Hank stares at you, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips as seemingly the whole bull pen stares at the two of you in disbelief. Hank chuckles, speechless. And you smirk, returning to your chair, satisfied with yourself as you return to your work. Finally, the man has gotten a fucking clue.

[honey-beann]

Ruiner, Ruination (RK900 x Reader)

Chapter Two: Remarkably Slow Reactionary Timing

Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis:

Reader and Nines have been working together for two weeks now, and honestly? So far so good.

This chapter highlights a particularly interesting joint morning commute, a heated break room argument, and plenty of teasing and mockery from everyone's favorite condescending android.

AKA: Reader and Nines get into their routine and then promptly get right out of it.

Chapter Content Warnings:

Brief mentions of blue blood

Brief mentions of violence

Brief mentions of acts of bigotry

Word Count: 3,689

"Oh c'mon, you seriously don't have a favorite song? Who doesn't have a favorite song?"

You asked incredulously, crossing your arms over your chest as you shifted to look at the android who was sitting in the drivers seat beside you, his eyes trained on the road as he carefully maneuvered your car through the heavy morning rush hour traffic that you had grown accustomed to since moving to the city.

Today marked two weeks since the start of your partnership with Nines, and so far things had actually been going pretty good.

Well, as good as they could be considering that your partner was a nearly emotionless deviant android created to annihilate his own kind.

But still, you had no complaints.

So far, you had both done a good job of getting into the groove of things, so to speak, and you'd actually worked out a routine that worked well for the two of you, something you and Gavin had never been able to agree on when you were partners.

Every morning, you woke up at 6:00am, got ready, and left your apartment around 6:45 in order to get to Nines' DPD owned "apartment" (which was actually an unused safe house that hadn't been renovated since the early eighties that they'd given him because of a proposed android housing law that Marcus was pushing for), by 7:00am. From there Nines (ever the control freak, as you'd learned early on) would insist on driving the two of you to work, which was actually back in the direction of your home and an extra fifteen minutes away on top of that, meaning the two of you would typically arrive at the station to start your work day around 7:30am.

You hadn't been a fan of the early start at first, but you'd soon found that the drive down to work as well as the drive back to his place after was one of the only times he would ever humor you conversationally. Nines wasn't a big talker on his best days, but at work? Almost any personal question was addressed with mild annoyance, a stern glare, or an eye roll if you were lucky enough to not just be outright ignored.

This way though, you had him trapped in the car with you for an hour each day, and the deal was that if he wanted to drive (which he claimed was far more efficient due to his built in GPS and quicker reaction times), he would have to let you interrogate him as much as you pleased.

And today you were feeling particularly curious.

Currently, you were about five minutes into your thirty minute trip, and you had decided to ask your partner what his favorite song was after having yours come up on the radio.

Thus leading to the current conversation at hand.

Nines glanced over at you with his usual neutral (yet somehow vaguely disappointed) expression, flicking on your car's turn signal before shifting to the next lane over in order to avoid the more congested traffic that was evident a few yards ahead.

"I believe the better question, Detective, is why on earth you would assume androids have favorite songs."

"You're a deviant."

You countered immediately, patting yourself on the back for your quick response as the man in front of you rolled his eyes, continuing to follow the slow and monotonous flow of traffic as he spoke up once more,

"That does not make me any less of an android. I have developed the ability to empathize, and feel some new physical sensations due to software updates post revolution, but besides that I'm not sure what my deviant status has to do with me suddenly having a favorite song."

You groaned at his boring answer and pulled your knees upward, placing your feet at the edge of your seat as you leaned the back of your head against the window, allowing you to very clearly see the android who was sitting beside you.

The morning sun streamed in through both the sunroof as well as the driver's side window to his left, bathing him in an almost holy light that accentuated the sharp angles of his jaw. His hands gripped the steering wheel exactly the way they taught in drivers education, and you couldn't help but notice the way his fingers splayed out and closed around it as he began to make a relatively sharp turn towards your location.

God, did they really have to make him so mind numbingly hot?

This hadn't been the first time you'd noticed how attractive your partner was, far from it in fact, but even still you were still struck time and time again with the truth of it. If he wasn't such a boring hardass, his looks may actually have been pretty distracting, but thankfully, he was probably the most annoyingly perfect man you had ever met, and as a result you found yourself entirely capable of ignoring his unfairly good looks.

Most of the time.

(At least that's what you told yourself).

"Something on your mind, Detective? I'm not usually so lucky as to have you be quiet for this long."

Nines spoke cooly, his expression smug as he glanced over in your direction briefly before returning his attention to the road.

Scoffing as if offended, you glared at your coworker, rolling your eyes at his rude commentary.

"That was a pretty funny joke for a guy who doesn't even have enough of a personality to know what his favorite song is."

You quipped back, smirking to yourself as Nines rolled his eyes, that shadow of a smirk the only thing that let you know he'd heard you at all.

The next few minutes of the drive were spent in relative silence, up until the car reached a complete stop at an intersection notorious for its long red light wait times, and Nines turned his head to face you for the first time since the start of your journey, the brief flickering of his LED letting you know that you were the sudden subject of an impromptu scan. He was prone to doing this at random opportunities, and when you'd asked about it he'd simply stated that it was to ensure you were "fully prepared for the work day ahead of you".

You'd just decided to let it go, coming to the almost instantaneous conclusion that he would probably still do it whether you gave him a hard time about it or not.

Suddenly his LED flashed a brief yellow, something you weren't accustomed to seeing during most of his scans, before he gave you a rather pointed look

"You did not consume breakfast this morning?"

He asked cooly, his expression markedly displeased as he awaited your response, grey eyes flickering back and forth between your face and the continuously still traffic in front of him.

"I didn't have time."

You said with a shrug, knowing full well that wouldn't be a good enough reason to satisfy your partner, but praying that he would let it go anyway.

He did not.

Nines sighed, his LED blinking once more before it went stagnant again, signalling the end of whatever he'd been doing.

His gaze returned to you.

"I have rerouted us to a relatively healthy and fast breakfast location. In the future, I must insist that you try harder to not inconvenience our work day."

You rolled your eyes at that, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched the Android in front of you turn his attention back towards the road, accelerating slowly as traffic starting to move once more.

"Inconvenience our work day? Don't you think that's a little dramatic? All I did was not eat breakfast, I do it all the time with no issues."

"No issues that you notice."

Nines quipped back immediately, as if he had already known exactly what you were going to say in advance.

"I, on the other hand, know that when humans don't eat breakfast it can greatly impact your days. For example, this will likely have an effect on your already remarkably slow reactionary timing."

You gawked at him in response to his words, hardly believing what you were hearing,

"Remarkably slow reactionary timing? Oh come on, Nines, now you're just being an ass."

You huffed, glaring at your partner as he shrugged his shoulders in response to your statement,

"If my words offend you, that is not my intention. I am simply making you aware of how you not eating breakfast can impact our work day. Your reactionary timing is already far slower than mine by default, decreased speed within this area could cost us a case in this line of work."

Groaning at his words, you moved to turn on the radio, glaring up at the android in question.

"Whatever you say, Nines. I'm not gonna waste my time arguing with you about this."

Nine's gave his usual half smirk at your words as he glanced down at your form in the passenger seat,

"That would be preferable."

You sighed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes for what probably would have been the one hundredth time within the past fifteen minutes alone as you turned up the music, watching as the city slowly passed outside of your vehicle.

Just a few minutes later, as Nines was waiting for yet another stop light to change to allow him access to your slight breakfast detour up ahead, you squinted at a sight that you struggled to make sense of. Nines seemed almost too focused on the road in front of him, and had, to your knowledge, neglected to notice, but what looked to be an android was running straight through the middle of traffic, desperately trying to make it from one side of the road to the other.

Confused, you leaned forward in your seat, watching as the man grew closer until you were absolutely certain that he was in fact an android.

And he was getting reeeaaalllly close to your car...

CLANG

With wide eyes you watched as the android in question was all but hit by a truck just a few vehicles away from your own on the multiple lane road, the light having turned green for nearly everyone who had been waiting on this side of the intersection.

In the distance, you could see another man who was also running in the same direction of the android, probably ten or so yards behind him, but over the clamor of traffic you could not for the life of you make out what he was shouting.

Even still, despite his previous run in with the truck, the android turned around to look at the man behind him, who was growing closer by the second, also trying to dodge the traffic around him as he went.

The android started moving again, and before you knew it...

SLAM

His hands hit your hood unceremoniously, and Nines' eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, his brows knitting in obvious confusion as the android on the other side of the glass leaned against your car, panting heavily.

You were just about to open your window and ask if everything was alright when the android was hit in the head with a large piece of concrete.

Shifting your gaze, you saw the same man from before who had been chasing the android was growing even closer, a new chunk of the road in hand as he glared at him.

Oh shit.

The android sprang to life once more, running even faster than he had been upon his initial approach until he made it to the other side of the road a few seconds later, which was where he allowed himself to turn around.

The man was still coming after him, and with every second the android stayed still, he only grew closer.

You watched as the man, who appeared to be human, rushed past your car in pursuit of the now bleeding android, who was leaving a trail of thirium behind him from the rather serious looking gash in the side of his head.

Something about the sight of that blue blood seeping into the concrete, falling in drops in the android's wake, made you burst into action, and before you even really knew what you were doing, you were jumping out of your car in pursuit of the duo.

You heard Nines call out to you, but his voice was lost in the clamor of the city as you rushed through traffic, narrowly missing being hit on more than one occasion before you finally made it to the other side.

The man was probably five yards in front of you now, still in pursuit of the injured android, who was now beginning to slow down after his previous burst of speed.

Bearing down, you ran faster, shouting, "DPD, stop right there!" as you did so to no avail. Neither the man nor the android in front of him reacted to your demands, and you cursed as the aggressor grew closer to the individual he was pursuing due to the injured android's decreased speed and suddenly stumbling legs.

You were roughly two yards away now, and if you didn't do something soon that man would get his hands on someone he had already made a victim out of once before.

You groaned, praying you weren't about to make a fool of yourself as you leapt forward, grabbing the man at the back of his legs and sending the two of you tumbling to the ground.

The android the man had been chasing all but collapsed just a few yards away, his chest heaving as he attempted to cool his likely overheated internal processors.

He was watching you with both fear and awe, and you shouted for him to stay where he was before you promptly began handcuffing the assailants hands behind his back, causing him to struggle and spit at you as you read him his rights, lines that you'd rehearsed about a hundred times by now.

You looked back over to the android once you were finished, still holding the man down as he cursed and threatened you aggressively, refusing to back down from his rage induced haze.

But this time, the android wasn't looking at you anymore.

He was looking behind you, even more in awe than before.

You turned your head, and there was Nines, approaching you with his eyes widened ever so slightly, clearly surprised at the sight he was taking in.

You smirked at him, panting heavily as he stopped to stand in front of you,

"Hows that for remarkably slow reactionary timing?"

Not even Nines could hide his slight grin at your words, and you watched him roll his eyes before he took over for you in holding down the aggressor, his LED blinking as he requested a patrol care at the scene to take the man into custody.

You and Nines on the other hand, were left with the task of getting the Android to make a report down at the station, and in the end, it was your partner who got him to agree to it, under the condition that he could talk to Nines and Nines alone. The android revolution had caused a pretty vast distrust between deviants and the authorities, so you tried not to take it personally and walked with Nines and the android, who you later learned was named Ben, back to your car, which Nines had parked perfectly right outside the entrance of the public park you had chased the two men into.

Weird, you hadn't even noticed the change in scenery before that moment.

An hour and a half later, you stood up from your desk and stretched with a sigh.

Nines had gone to help the android make his report just over an hour ago, and he had yet to return to his desk.

Partially out of boredom and partially to appease the android who you knew would be displeased to learn you still hadn't had breakfast upon his return, you slowly made your way to the break room, reading a case file on your tablet as you did so.

Unfortunately for you, this meant you weren't paying very close attention to the contents of the room in question, thus allowing you to walk right into the scrutinizing gaze of Detective Gavin Reed, who groaned loudly as you walked in, as if physically harmed by your presence.

To your surprise though, it wasn't you he was glaring at as he opened his mouth to speak,

"Does that thing have to follow you everywhere, rookie? It gives me the fucking creeps."

Confused, you turned on your heel to see Nines standing behind you, his head tilted ever so slightly as his gaze flickered between you and Gavin.

Sighing, you turned back to face your former partner and current desk neighbor, placing your tablet on a small table beside you before crossing your arms over your chest, your expression unimpressed,

"He doesn't have to do anything, Reed, God when will you just grow up and learn to keep your mouth shut for once?"

Gavin scoffed at your response, taking a step forward as if in challenge as he focused his glare on you instead of your companion,

"Oh wow, look who thinks she's hot shit now that she's got an android partner to back her up."

He all but growled out, his eyes burning into yours as he spoke.

You laughed harshly in response,

"Aww, is someone mad that he turned down the android that would have made his life easier? You regretting your shitty decisions now that you've been left out of yet another successful team? Well don't you worry, Gavin, I promise it wouldn't make a difference, not even Nines could make up for how fucking bad you are at your job."

You seethed angrily, your voice dangerously low and your hands clenched into fists at your sides.

Gavin moved as if to take another step forward in retaliation, when suddenly he froze, his expression briefly shifting to one of concern before he looked even angrier than he had before.

"Oh fuck off, Tin Can, stay the hell out of this."

He spat, and you could almost feel Nines' look of disdain without even turning to see his expression.

The android's voice came from just behind you only a few moments later, cool and calm, but with a certain edge to it that made you swallow thickly, suddenly reminded of just how intimidating he could be.

"I'm afraid that isn't going to happen, Detective Reed. I have multiple matters to discuss with my partner and don't have time to allow you to finish your petty whining."

With that, you felt him turn to leave, and, getting the hint, immediately did so as well, leaving Gavin and the multiple innocent bystanders of your argument to stand in awkward silence.

A few minutes later, you were sitting back down at your desk, facing your partner as he scanned a few documents that had been left at his station prior to his arrival.

"Is he gonna be okay?"

You asked suddenly, causing Nines to look up at you before he lowered his gaze back downward,

"Who are you referring to, Detective?"

He asked, his tone direct but not cold as he spoke, and you could tell that he was listening by the way he kept glancing upward expectantly.

"The android from earlier. That rock left a pretty nasty gash in his head..."

You trailed off, watching as Nines shifted to meet your gaze once more, giving you his full attention this time as he briefed you on the case as it stood.

"Yes, Ben will be fine. Although, apparently the man who had been chasing him intended to shut him down. Our victim is lucky you jumped in when you did."

You laughed a bit at his choice of words,

"Yeah, literally."

Nines rolled his eyes as you grinned with pride at your own lame joke, but he continued nonetheless,

"Yes well, it was a pretty cut in dry case of android abuse in the end. Apparently, the man saw Ben out on a date with his daughter at a nearby restaurant and got angry, so he chased him down in an effort to quote 'teach him a lesson'."

You shuddered a bit at that, brows knitting together as you tried to make sense of Nines' explanation,

"Okay, but why was he so upset about his daughter going on a date, is she a minor?"

Nines shook his head, his gaze returning to the documents once more,

"No, but she is a human."

Even more confused, you probed the topic further,

"And?"

Nines looked up at you as if you had asked him the most ridiculous question he'd ever heard,

"And Ben is an android."

Seeing your persistent look of confusion continue, Nines sighed and placed the documents down once more, giving up once and for all on his goal of multitasking,

"Many humans are deeply unsettled at the idea of android-human relationships. Ben pursued the perpetrators daughter, and as a result he tried to shut him down."

Your eyes widened in both horror and understanding, and you sighed heavily as you leaned back in your seat, running a hand through your hair exasperatedly,

"God, all of this android human rights shit is insane. Why can't everyone just get over it already and let us all be equals?"

Nines watched you, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he spoke,

"That is a very good question, Detective. Unfortunately, I seem to struggle to comprehend even the simplest of your kind."

You glared in response to his insinuation, watching as your partner chuckled in his seat, amused at his own joke.

You smiled a bit as well, despite your efforts to bite it back, as you watched Nines attempt to refocus on the documents in front of him once more.

Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

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You're Not Alone in This World

Chapter Two

Warnings: android gore, blood, anti-android sentiments, minor violence.

Word Count: 2.5k

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Unfortunately for Connor, Andrea was busy most days. They were both slumped in what felt like millions of anti-android cases that weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. Connor and Hank would solve one and almost immediately be handed ten more to deal with. Andrea had a similar problem, except she was getting the cases done with the same efficiency as him and Hank all the while not having a partner to lighten the load. There were times Andrea would ask for a second or third opinion on something. She wanted to judge a situation as fairly as possible.

However, there would be times Connor would catch a glimpse of her. When getting a coffee for Hank, Connor saw Andrea in the break room eating her lunch whilst going over a few pictures of a crime scene. Her hair was in a haphazard ponytail, pieces sticking out all over the place. She didn’t seem to care until the strands got in her face or near her mouth. With these simple few seconds, Connor could tell the white in her hair was natural. The color went all the way up the root. It had to be poliosis. The moment didn’t last long after his analysis. Soon, Connor left the break room with Hank’s hot, plain black coffee in his hand.

On a particularly hard day, Connor needed to let off some steam. The basement of the DPD building seemed to be just the place. It was an old training room that almost no one used because most of the officers and detectives they had were on the force for quite a few years. He folded up his blazer and tie, setting them off to the side as he calculated if his choice of footwear would cause him any trouble. They wouldn’t. Just like that, he started punching at one of the dummy’s. Not at full force or else the equipment would run the risk of breaking but just enough for him to feel the stress leave his body. He didn’t stop until his LED went back to its calm blue. He could feel a single bead of sweat roll down the side of his face.

“Didn’t know androids could sweat or is that just a you thing?” Startled, Connor turned. Andrea was leaning against the archway to the stairs that led to the main level. She looked noticeably different. She wore a tight sleeveless turtleneck and some leggings. She must have had the same plan he did. “You almost beat that dummy to death.” She laughed quietly, making her way inside the room.

Connor remained silent, observing the woman with careful eyes. Even in the summer, this was the first time he’d seen Andrea without a jacket or any sort of long-sleeved shirt. Most humans complained about the heat and Connor was glad he could simply turn off his ability to feel temperature. But Andrea… She was incredibly muscular. Any police officer had to maintain a certain level of fitness, it seemed she took it to any entirely different level.

Andrea turned to Connor. “You should spar with me, a little less predictable than the dummy. Don’t you think?” She set a hand on her hip and cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I won’t go easy on you.” Connor admitted. While he didn’t want to wrinkle or accidentally tear his clothes, he couldn’t pass on the opportunity to know what Andrea was like in a fight. If it ever came to it, it would also be helpful to optimize his fighting style to better fit hers.

Something dangerous flashed in Andrea’s eyes. Something that had excitement pooling in Connor’s stomach. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, fílos.”

fílos

/fee–li–ous/

The Greek word for friend.

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Around ten PM was when most officers went home for the night, including Captain Fowler himself. Connor and Hank have grown accustomed to that tradition as well. Connor was cleaning up his desk and putting away a few files when he noticed Andrea hunched over on her desk. Asleep. Her face was cushioned by her arm while a missing person's case was up on her terminal. The missing person was an android with black hair and green eyes, a small scar on the side of their face.

It should be easy to track them down once Andrea was fully conscious. Most kidnappers didn’t like when their kidnappee had any identifiable marks including scars, tattoos, dyed hair, the usual. Connor knew this was light work for Andrea but she was working herself to the bone ever since she came back. It seemed it finally caught up to her.

Connor glanced around the office. There was no one else, Hank had already left to wait in the car. He pursed his lips and wrapped his blazer around Andrea’s shoulder before he prepared a hot coffee to her liking and set it next to her. He smiled softly at the sight before he left. He just hoped that she’d wake up soon or that coffee would go cold.

Once in the car, Hank gave Connor a weird look. “What happened to your jacket?”

“I gave it to Lieutenant Cartier.” Connor admitted as nonchalantly as possible. He thought it was normal to give someone his jacket when they were cold. Or asleep. Or was that just in the movies he was watching?

Hank cocked an eyebrow at him, amusement in his eyes. “Oh, I know what this is about. You like her.” He teased softly as he started up the car.

“Would you not do the same?” While his LED went yellow, Connor tried to not sound offended. He wasn’t sure if it worked.

Hank hummed, thinking about it for a moment. “I would. But I’m like her dad, you’re doing it for different reasons. Reasons we both know.” Maybe Hank did have dad instincts after all. He had some form of other worldly knowledge Connor was not attuned to yet.

Connor sunk in his seat and crossed his arms like a child pouting who so desperately wanted to prove his father wrong. They both knew the truth. Connor couldn’t prove him wrong. Andrea was an attractive woman. Physically and intellectually. She could hold a conversation with him about android biocomponents. Unless he was talking to a mechanic or technician who worked at Cyberlife, that was rare. Her case cracking rate was nearly identical to his and, as far as police officers go, she’s had no victims or suspects die on her. Which is nearly unheard of in this line of work for someone who’s been on the force for so long. Connor may or may not have snuck a peak at her record…

That night Andrea awoke to a nearly fresh coffee and a warm jacket on her back. She yawned and looked around the precinct. Whoever left them must’ve just left. She took a sip of the coffee, surprised it was made just the way she liked. Then she shouldered off the jacket. It was Connor’s. Unmistakably Connor’s. No one besides Fowler wore blazers to the station and she was pretty sure this size would be way too small for him. The design of it as well. A black blazer with thin stripes of gray and tailored to fit him just right.

Weirdly, it also fit Andrea.

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The day was already stressful, but of course there just had to be an anti-android protest that included a bomb at an android safe house. It was concluded this was some sort of counter-protest because of a gala Markus was holding to fundraise for his cause. The proceeds would go to acquiring parts and more thirium to help androids in need. The DPD was already on their way but it all went to hell. Debris was everywhere, humans and androids alike were injured. Thankfully, none were killed as far as Connor could tell. His main focus was helping androids out of the building and guiding them to emergency med-stations.

Andrea, on the other hand, tasked herself with taking down the protestors. Or terrorists, as she’d call them. She, and other officers, were instructed only to use her stun bullets much to her dismay. Connor knew her stance on androids simply by observing her for the few weeks she’s been back. She’s always seen androids as human and anyone who didn’t, and went to extremes such as these, deserved more than just stun bullets. On her way to arrest the protestors, she dodged a few bullets almost as cleanly as an android would and helped a few injured androids find police officers nearby.

In an instant, she was in front of the bombers and shot them down. There were three in total responsible for the bombs, other protestors seemed to have dispersed as soon as the DPD got there. “Cowards.” She breathed as she handcuffed each of them, waving down other officers in the process. “Get these guys in detainment.” She huffed.

Connor’s LED finally went from red to yellow then, finally, to blue as he exited the crumbling building with Andrea. The aftermath was just as horrible to see as the bombing itself. Connor knew he was lucky he was taken in by Hank or he wouldn’t have anywhere to go. This safehouse was a lot of these android’s home. Hopefully Markus could rebuild or give them another place to stay. Andrea left his side to go to one of the more wounded androids, talking with the mechanic about what could happen to them. Connor could hear the words shut down. He let out a shaky breath.

Andrea cupped the android’s thirium-ridden cheek. “What’s your name?” She asked softly, not even caring that there was thirium pooling in her hand.

“M-Monica…” Her voice was glitching out and her skin was unstable, creating a water-like effect. “I-I got the name fr-from a-a-a comic book store I li-like. Am I going to di-die?” She asked.

Andrea’s eyes went sad, her lips pursed as if she didn’t want to say it. But she did. “Yes, dear, I’m afraid so.” She whispered, not taking her eyes off the android for even a second.

“I do-don’t want t-t-to die. There’s going t-to be n-nothing.” Monica’s eyes started to water, leaning into Andrea’s touch . It would be the last thing she would ever feel. She wanted to savor it as much as possible.

Andrea shook her head, “No. There will be something, Monica. Your friends will be waiting for you. I promise you that…” She whispered. The words were absorbed by Monica’s audio processors just before she finally shut down. Her eyes went blank and her body stiffened. Andrea let out a breath, removing her hand from Monica’s cheek.

Compassion.

Connor had never seen such compassion from a human to an android before. He loved Hank deeply but never in a million years would he see the old man hold onto an android till their very last moments. Unless something happened to him, he’d assume.

Andrea was unlike any human he’d ever encountered before.

Connor went around helping as many androids he could, giving them thirium, suggesting what the mechanics could do. They didn’t like that much. But he did help quite a few androids come back from the brink of shutting off. It seemed Monica was just too far gone. There was nothing he could do to help just as much as the mechanic. Andrea, though, she was helping them emotionally. Something even Connor couldn’t do at the moment.

“Alright!” Andrea addressed all the officers and mechanics on site. “We need to get these androids to New Jericho, only they have the proper materials to fully fix them! Anderson!” Connor and Hank looked her way. “Lieutenant Anderson… Call for emergency vehicles to get here as soon as possible. And detective Anderson, make a call to Markus. I’m sure his team would like to be prepared for thirty or so androids arriving.”

Hank and Connor nodded and immediately went on their respective calls. Hank informed them that there were going to be three other emergency vehicles to add to the five that were already there. Andrea paced back and forth near one of the trucks loading in androids.

“We need to take trips. Hank, I’m gonna need you to watch over everyone while Connor and I go with the first few trucks to get everything ready.” She explained before she climbed in back of the truck with the other androids. Connor quickly followed.

It was a good idea to have Connor go with her instead of alone. While Markus had no ill intent against humans, a lot of inhabitants of New Jericho weren’t the most welcoming unless the guest was an android. Fair, considering the way they might’ve been treated by humans thus far. The ride to New Jericho was calm compared to the chaos of the bombing sight. Eerily so. Most androids wanted to conserve as much energy as possible to not cause any accidental malfunctions. The truck went to the back of the tall building of New Jericho to unload its passengers into the garage-like section where Markus, Simon, and Josh were waiting.

Andrea and Connor got out first in order to help the other androids inside. The garage seemed to be their repair room. There were all kinds of state-of-the-art repair stations inside. They must have a lot of androids come in for repairs. There were android repair shops but they charge money most of the time. At New Jericho, it was free.

As Andrea sat an android in their proper repair station, another android came to check out what was wrong with them. She turned to find Markus in front of her. Blue and green eyes and all. “Mr. Manfred.” She acknowledged.

“Please, call me Markus.” He was humble. Not something Andrea encountered often when dealing with famous people. “When Connor called me, I was surprised. Considering that he was calling on behalf of a human. You certainly are an interesting one.” Markus hummed, eyes carefully taking in Andrea’s face. “I see why Connor likes you.” He glanced over at the android in question. He was scanning over a few androids to tell one of the medics what was wrong.

Andrea watched Connor as well until she blinked, thinking about Markus’ words. Likes her? That could mean a million things. Most of them are friends related, but she's also not stupid. She’s seen the way Connor looks at her when he thinks she doesn’t notice. It’s distracting. And adorable.

“Are you going to do anything about it?” Markus cocked an eyebrow, a pleased smile on his lips. While this disaster was just one of many, he couldn’t help but feel the littlest of hope when near Andrea. And, as far as he knew, an android-human relationship was unheard of. He wanted to see them flourish.

Andrea glanced back at Markus and let out a chuckle, “All in due time.”

“Not too much time, I hope.” Markus nudged Andrea with a knowing smile. It was like he’d known her forever. He liked that about her.

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Gavin returned to the DPD, only to immediately get cited to the Captain's cubicle.

Fowler looked serious, not at all like a man about to congratulate the detective for having saved Detroit from a one-man ghostly rampage. On the other hand neither did the Captain look angry, neither at Gavin nor at anybody else.

Captain Fowler: "Reports of officers and residents having had ghost encounters are piling up, detective. Now I hear through certain channels that you had one, too. Is this true?"

Gavin: "If I saw a ghost, I was still sane enough not to blab about it, Sir."

Captain Fowler: "Who was it?"

Gavin: "The shootout victim of Park Avenue."

Captain Fowler: "The one with the malfunctioning android?"

Gavin: "Uh-huh. That one."

Captain Fowler: "What a shitshow of a night... We still have that deviant thing in the evidence archive, but that's beside the point now. Take a seat!"

Gavin: We have WHAT in the evidence archive?! Not DANIEL?

Gavin: "I'm all ears."

Captain Fowler: "Now that you had a personal encounter with the phenomen, I can take you into confidence, detective. All major cities are getting a Department for Supernatural Investigations. Detroit will team up with Windsor and I was thinking of putting you in charge of that team. Pick up to seven subordinates as you see fit, but first you will attend a four week seminar in a location of your choosing from a short list. The new position comes with a promotion to Lieutenant, high risk pay, twenty years job security and a subsequent career in academics, if so desired."

Gavin: "What high profile building do I need to break into or who needs to vanish from Detroit overnight to claim this package?"

Captain Fowler: "Snark aside, we really need you to do something along those lines. You must convince Logan McGavin to hand the family chronicle over, specifically the years 1818-38, and take a copy to the seminar as payment."

Gavin: "I think I have a foot in that particular door."

Captain Fowler: "Good. And then: No more fear of getting replaced by an android detective - of which we have one coming later this year. Twenty years protection from getting laid off followed by becoming Professor Reed. No more awkward questions about your sexuality or your parents' occupation."

Gavin: "You know full well they don't...!"

Captain Fowler: "...do crime anymore, true. But an allegiance to the Villareal mob is nothing one simply discards. Loose as the strands may be at the moment, they may tighten again and start strangulating at any time."

Captain Fowler: "Rika?"

Rika: "Possible locations for the job training seminar are Senbamachi/Japan, Oasis Springs/Egypt, Puerto Llamante/Selvadorada..."

Gavin: "Never heard of any of those places."

Captain Fowler: "For good reason, I bet."

Gavin: "No, wait! Selvadorada, was it? Full name Island Nations of Sulani/Selvadorada? Sulani, ha! Sign me up for the tropical paradise!"

Rika: "And with that this list is full. Every candidate so far picked Sulani."

Gavin: "For good reason!"

[ao3feed-hannor]

Sensitivity Training

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52581280 by KentuckyFriedChilton Connor joins the DPD in the wake of the android revolution. Detective Gavin Reed is ordered to participate in sensitivity training, forcing him to confront his true feelings about Connor and the root causes of his maladaptive behavior. Is Gavin ready to face his personal demons and heal, or is he forever doomed to be an asshole? Connor wants to have his first romantic experience. He has strong feelings for Hank, but does Hank feel the same way about him? A serial killer seems to be sending messages that only Connor can decipher. Is Connor part of the killer's nightmarish design, and who else will be drawn into the grisly plot? Words: 1878, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson, Elijah Kamski, Original Characters Relationships: Connor/Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson/Connor Additional Tags: Therapy, Redemption, Serial Killer, Body Horror, Childhood Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Self-Harm, Blood and Gore read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52581280

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Anonymous said:

You love Isles?

The RK800 paused what he was doing long enough to calculate best approach. Considering this question is out of left field he must take his time. Usually he would lash out at random strangers in his database. However! Detective Turney. Ah, she is quite lovely. 

“Hm,” he purrs. “Isles is quite a catch. If she would finally accept my date? Why yes. I love Isles. If that is what you want to know but why do you? Is it any of your business? Pray tell what sort of bullshit you are playing at anon?” 

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@dpd-detective-in-training​ said: “Caleb,” Isles said, smacking her hand down on the table. “Listen, I have something to tell you.” She was clearly drunk, the smell of alcohol emanating from her breath. “It’s super important and you need to know.”

“And what would that be?” It wouldn’t be the first ‘very important’ thing someone just had to tell him today, but hopefully, it was the least offensive

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@dpd-detective-in-training​ sent ⇢ “ "She's so cute. Did you know?" “

     Without lifting her eyes from her phone, Hana hummed. “ Know what? “ She asked, wholly focused on her game on her phone. 

[detrcitmade]

“Simon, what does the P in PL600 stand for?”

“It stands for Please, and the L stands for Love.” Obviously, he’s joking, but his face was deadpan and serious. He really didn’t know what the letters stood for in his model number, if they stood for anything at all.

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dpd-detective-in-training replied to your post: You’re all tiny cute children. Smooch smooch...

“Connor, are you… okay?”

“Maybe, maybe not. I might be naive to some things but that doesn't make me a child and I don’t expect to be treated like one.”

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“Don’t feign ignorance, detective,” he said flatly. “I’ve noticed your fondness of Connor, and your avoidance of me. Fear not; I’m not offended. I don’t expect everyone at the precinct to like or get along with me at all times. I do, however, want to know why it is you seem to avoid making eye contact with me while acting as if nothing is amiss.” He adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves. 

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“But of course. Why do you think I wear contacts?”

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|| @dpd-detective-in-training ||

The revolution had been won, but that didn't mean that androids and humans suddenly lived in perfect harmony. Markus maybe had certain ideas, but he wasn't naive in regards to the world. Androids and humans both had to work as equals if they wanted tomorrow to be better than yesterday.

So, when Markus caught wind of the.. animosity that was apparently being shared between a certain human and a certain android, he felt that it was in his place to do something about it before the meddling turned into something worse.

So, after talking with the secretary about having a "meeting" with a detective about something rather important, Markus was eventually granted access into the busy precinct. He didn't want to make too much of a scene, so he wore a ball cap, and just a regular T-shirt with denim jeans. His face was unfortunately too well known, so he kept his head down for the most part.

With a brief scan of the area, Markus found an empty desk that had a desk plate with the name "Det. I. Turney." Without hesitation, Markus took a seat in one of her empty chairs. Crossing one of his legs over the other, he decided to await for her. And honestly? He'd be as patient as he needed to be.

[theveryfirst]

Chloe x Isles

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(Here, have a shippy moodboard present!)