Rk900 One-Shots

snow in july

Holding her fist up to the door, her knuckles rapped on the wooden surface loudly. After a silent pause, she rang the doorbell and sat back on her heels. This had been a noise complaint. It wasn't incredibly important, or, at least wouldn't have been if the house hadn't been empty for months. Apparently, according to the caller, the house wasn't doing too well on the market and just hadn't sold since it had been moved out of. There had been many loud crashes and it was enough concern to warrant a check-up.

Hopefully, this was just a petty thief that was taking a few not-so-valuable valuables. It was the middle of the day, nobody was ballsy enough to do that. And surely it wasn't furnished, like, ready to move in. She could only hope.

Maybe they would be lucky.

When there was no response, there was no worry that usually crept up her neck. She stayed patient, trying to mimic the stoic features of her partner that sat to the left of her.

"God, how big are houses in Detroit?" She whined. It had to be at least a four-bedroom home with a few more bathrooms. It was in a luxurious part of Detroit. Private schooling and detailed lawns. Expensive brick and wood accents were everywhere. Maybe it was listed too high to be bought reasonably.

"You'd be surprised."

Came the response from Nines, the android she had been assigned to when she first arrived at the precinct a few years back. They were the best in show, basically. Even when the RK line had been discontinued, Kamski had made sure he was in tip-top shape. Their successful case closure rate was higher than any other in Michigan, and probably the Midwest region. Banter was a usual occurrence and they were as thick as thieves.

"Oh, really? No snarky statistic? Don't have one?" She hummed, moving over to take a peek in the window to the right of the front door. No lights were on and she couldn't hear any noise inside. Either the person had gone silent, or there was no one in there.

"You don't usually pay attention, and plus, I didn't have a reason to continue." She didn't think Nines knew, but him being there—even talking—was calming her nerves faster than the adrenaline that was slowly seeping into her blood. He always could. The smooth flow of words, constantly knowing what to say and when to say it.

She stumbled over her words as she tried to get them out quickly, "No, no, I do listen. I think they're cute!" She sort of winced, never the one with the best choice of words. She'd have to fix that later, "Gives me something to think about later."

"Interesting." He mused. She turned to glance at him, he had been inspecting the porch they were standing on, just looking around, but staying put.

As she stood back in front of the door, she said, "Bets on where the suspect will be?"

It was a usual occurrence for her to place a couple bets every so often. Not that she would ever let him give her any money, or vice versa. He strongly disliked whenever she bought him items or attempted to give him money. So, the bets were pretty empty. Sometimes, she just said it to get an extra word or two out of him.

"I thought I told you to stop gambling on criminals." He scoffed, but she could tell there was a smile creeping on his lips.

She, in turn, smiled up to him and explained, "You see, there are some things from you that I really don't listen to. No offense."

He shook his head and gestured for her to get behind him, "None taken, I supposed," He usually did that before he would kick down a door or something of the likes. Instead, he pounded the door harder than she had, "DCPD!... DCPD, open up!"

There had been a clashing noise, like the sound of broken glass. But not like a window. Like, a vase or something smaller.

"Twenty on the bedroom." The door was kicked down.