Danger Close

and Cause

This chapter is in CONNOR'S perspective.

There are also moments in which the scenes 'flashback' during the connections, I've formatted it to be as distinct as possible! Hopefully its clear enough to understand!

Each passing day proved to build disorder in the DCPD. While the Deviancy cases began to cause unrest among civillians, the intruding 'Spectre' unit had shaken the confidence of the Police.

Fowler was struggling to hold the Precinct together.

Overtime was necessary now, the Captain having pulled several late nights and early starts himself to keep the Officers in line. Also to give much needed morale. It was difficult when families waited for everyone back home, but the safety of the city was also of utmost priority.

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Connor arrived at the Precinct with a stern look, walking through the security gates and heading straight to his assigned desk. Hank immediately stood up from his seat and opened his mouth to comment, but remained quiet upon seeing Connor's expression.

"Still nothin', huh?"

With slow steps, Connor returned to his desk and reached for the data-chip from his back pocket before sitting down. He examined it again as he held it between his thumb and forefinger, then clasped it tightly in his palm.

Not once had it left his person since you disappeared.

"I'm afraid not, Lieutenant." Connor looked towards his Terminal and placed his empty hand to the keyboard. Skin deactivating, he began to sift through files and proceed their new case - finding the other 3 Spectres and who had deployed them.

Hank stared for a moment, watching from across the desk closely since the response was rather bleak.

"Anythin' else on your mind?" His elbows leaned on the desk while hands clasped together. He wasn't going to let it slide this time. "You've been kinda distracted since you brought that data-thing back."

Connor didn't respond at first, only turning his head from from the Terminal when Hank didn't look away. There was a pause, initially awkward, before the deactivated skin returned to Connor's hand and he mirrored Hank's posture; resting both arms on the table.

"I just don't understand the behaviour."

"Of what, these Killer Robots?" Hank chuckled with an empathetic smirk.

"The Pilot." Connor looked back down at the desk, lips pursed with a shake of his head in an attempt to figure it out. "First she interferes with the case. Then assists with it. She puts her life at risk for me; and then jumps off a building after giving me the information we needed. It doesn't make sense, her behaviour, it's... It's completely irrational!"

"Risked her life for you?" Hank's brows raised, obviously not having heard that detail last time. The smirk still on his face though as he watched Connor go through his motions. Like when they were on a normal case.

Though this wasn't a 'normal' case.

"When we initially went to the building... She tried to keep me away from the floor the machine was on. Upon encountering it..." The events of that day replayed through his head to the smallest detail. How you pushed him towards the elevator, distracted the Spectre to keep it away from him. Then singlehandedly try to take it down with nothing more than a knife to keep it from causing him harm.