Accident Prone - Becoming Human

Listening to Your Heart

An already long shift at the precinct felt even longer as day gave way to night and the bullpen was still filled with officers and detectives alike filing away their reports regarding a string of burglaries in the shopping district downtown. Twenty-three individuals had already been identified and arrested for their part in the numerous thefts of various items to be resold illegally in underground markets or online - racking up hundreds of thousands of dollars in theft. Fortunately a keen eyed deviant had noticed a pattern in the behavior of the group of thieves and made the call that led to the arrests and a brand new story for the news to flaunt in favor of sucking up the police department.

While the arrests were necessary and being handled expertly, those who were involved were exhausted and ready to head for home. The tediousness of files and reports was enough to wear down even the strongest and most attentive of minds.

"How many reports have you filed?" Hank asked through a sleepy yawn and leaned back a little in his chair to stretch out his back. "You gotta' be done by now."

"Nine." Connor replied in a level tone. "I have only two more to file."

"Shit. I only finished four so far."

"I'll get you some coffee." Connor volunteered readily as a means of aiding Hank's dwindling energy. Standing up from his desk Connor wavered slightly on his feet but caught his balance as the sudden dizzy spell faded as quickly as it came on. "...That was strange."

"What?" Hank asked without looking away from his terminal screen, Connor's swaying going unnoticed. "Something up?"

"I had a momentary syncoptic episode."

"You had a what?"

"I got dizzy when I stood up."

"Oh. Is your, uh, gyroscope thing out of whack again?"

"Possibly. I will check for a potentially required update before I recalibrate it tonight."

Walking into the breakroom casually, his balance no longer being affected in the slightest, Connor proceeded to pour fresh hot coffee into Hank's mug that had been freshly washed and was sitting on the counter next to the coffee maker. As he poured the coffee and calculated an ideal amount of sweetener for Hank's taste without adding too much to affect the senior detective's health Gavin walked into the breakroom as well and stood right beside Connor calmly.

Hurrying after Connor the moment he spotted the deviant enter the breakroom alone, Gavin gave the deviant a wary glance and tried to feign interest in the bowl of fruit sitting on the countertop. As he shuffled anxiously from foot to foot Gavin did his best to appear as casual as possible.

"Hello, Gavin."

"Hey..." Using the polite greeting as his opening Gavin spoke to Connor in a near whisper. "Uh, is Hank busy right now?"

"He is attempting to file his reports but he is not overwhelmed with any duties at the moment."

"Can, uh," Gavin looked his right shoulder at the seasoned detective sitting behind his desk without even noticing the Sergeant staring at him. "could you give me a minute to speak to Hank in private? Please?"

"Private? Why not use an interview room?"

"Because, I-" Struggling to find his words Gavin let out a low sigh and spoke to Connor with an unusual amount of respect in his tone. "Look, if I take Hank aside then everyone in the bullpen is going to notice and start talking. I just want to ask him a question real quick without drawing any unwanted attention, all right?"

"I understand." Fussing with the coffee he had poured Connor remained where he stood and nodded subtly at Gavin. "I will remain in here so you may speak in private."