Accident Prone - Becoming Human

Radiation

Pulling a late night shift for the sake of making up their lack of hours over the past couple of weeks, even months, Connor and Hank found themselves sitting at their desks bored to the brink of insanity after they finished their impressive stack of paperwork three hours prior. They were now caught in the bittersweetly appreciated quiet night of the city with nothing to do and very few people to talk to. Without any cases to work on or any additional reports that needed to be filed, the two detectives were forced to find something else to preoccupy their attention until their extended shift mercifully came to an end in another two hours, fifty-six minutes and nineteen seconds.

Hank leaned back in his chair and folded his hands neatly over his chest as he tried to keep himself from falling asleep out of pure boredom. It was a surprisingly difficult challenge to undertake.

"Too bad we don't have a deck of cards or something, huh, Connor?" Glancing at the deviant sitting across from him, Hank's eyes narrowed as he watched the quarter skip over Connor's knuckles for the umpteenth time. "And stop with the coin, please."

"Yes." Connor agreed as stopped dancing the coin gracefully along his right hand and slipped it back into his pocket as requested. Sitting upright in his chair with perfect posture Connor kept his hands neatly folded atop his lap. "It's unfortunate that neither of us have anything to preoccupy our unexpectedly open time for the duration of our shift."

"Wanna' play twenty questions?"

"That's the game where one of us needs to guess the name of the person through said limited amount of questions, correct?"

"Yup. That's the one."

"With my cybernetic uplink to numerous files and my eidetic memory I believe I'd have an unfair advantage over you."

Hank laughed a little at the deviant's truthful nature. "At least you're honest about it."

"Have you reconsidered the color for the Corvette?" Connor asked hopefully as he changed the subject to something more interesting. "We could narrow down the choices tonight and begin painting tomorrow."

"I know you like that emerald green color, but I can assure you it won't turn out as nice as think it will once it's actually on the car."

"But you're certain that cherrybomb red will look appropriate?"

"Green is a weird color to work with, trust me. Go with red."

"I'm not fond of red." Feeling a tad awkward Connor's fingertips brushed against his blank L.E.D. absentmindedly. "It's a color indicative of errors, pain and human blood."

"Well, that sky blue you mentioned once before wasn't a terrible alternative."

"Green is still my preference."

"Nope." Hank held up a shushing hand before Connor had the chance to refute and change Hank's mind. "...We'll discuss it later. I don't want to argue about something as stupid as a color."

Nodding in agreement Connor noted the lack of activity in the bullpen compared to the number of hours they had left on their mandatory overtime and sighed in an impressively human manner. "Perhaps we could get permission to leave early?"

"Nah, we need to make up the hours eventually. Might as well just deal with it." Hank looked over at the massive analog clock on the far wall ticking at a sluggish pace as if time itself decided to slow down just to mock the two detectives. "I hate to bring up a sad subject," Hank lowered his voice despite the only other occupants of the bullpen being a half dozen indifferent rookie officers, all for the sake of discretion. "but North only has five weeks left, right?"