Alicia x Connor *OC DBH FANFIC

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 DATE: 2038, NOVEMBER 9TH

LOCATION: DETROIT POLICE DEPARTMENT

It was over. Wait, is it over? Gavin didn't come that day to the department. Or maybe he was just trying to avoid her. Alicia sat at her desk filing reports when she was called with Hank and Connor to Fowler's office. "You're off the case." Fowler started. "WHAT?! We are SO close!" Hank interrupted. "It's out of our hands! This isn't a case, it's a [beep]ing CIVIL WAR!" Fowler said. It was more of a two way conversation, so Alicia and Connor left. "What are they going to do to you?" Alicia asked, walking back to her desk. "They are going to deactivate me." Connor said, looking down. Of course then Gavin walked over. "We need to talk." He said grimly. "Why should I-." -- "Alicia." Gavin said with a glare. "Fine." Alicia said, reaching for her coat. .

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They stepped outside. It was raining. And cold. An awkward silence grew amongst them, but then Alicia broke the ice. "Is this about last night?" she asked, looking at the cars rushing past. Gavin stayed silent. "Look if we're just gonna stand here in silence-". Gavin walked back inside. "What the [beep] Gavin?! A-hole".

Walking back inside, she noticed Gavin walking into the evidence room. She followed him, and listened at the door. "I will miss our bromance." Connor said mockingly. Angrily Gavin walked out of the room, heading towards a division Alicia had just noticed. "Hank stop! I know Perkins is a kick in the pants, but you have to-" Alicia said walking over. Hank stopped wrestling at Agent Perkins, and walked over to Alicia. For some odd reason, he didn't speak to her.

"Why are you so mad we are finally off this stupid case?" Alicia asked. Silence rushed. "FINE. DON'T TALK TO ME! IN FACT, NO ONE TALK TO ME!". The only person who would talk to her was Connor. In fact, where was he? Where was Gavin?

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Walking to the evidence room, she heard grunting. Then a gunshot. Running as fast as she could, she tripped over her chucks a few times. "God[beep] [beep]ing Converse!" she muttered as she quickly pressed her key on the scanner. Running down the stairs, she saw the body. "GAVIN!". His body was on the floor, blood running down his hand, shirt, and on neck. "Y-you shot him...? How could you Connor?!" she said camly, Gavin's body in her lap, just like she did with Connors body. All the dead weight was crushing her but she knew she couldn't let him go. Yes, he was a big pull on your [beep], but she loved him because he was stubborn. He normally got what he wanted. Not always from her, but in general. "He was stopping me from my mission." Connor said unloading the gun and dropping it. "I thought yo-. I thought you were different." she said softly, crying. Something about Connor was different. He shot the android, came to her house not even trying to lie, and then he killed Gavin - all for his dumb[beep] mission. "You really are just a machine-." she said standing up. "Go." she said locking everything back up again. "GO!" she yelled. Connor walked out, fixing the cuffs of his jacket.

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(hey, just a a/n *authors note* for this part, wether you have spotify, apple music, youtube music whatever, listen to Lovely by Billie Elish its so much more powerful like I swear. Or maybe comfort crowd by conan grey. Either or. Just a little add on, not 100% necessary)

Once Perkins had come down and seen the scene, Gavin had been rushed to the hospital. Alicia met up with Fowler telling him some interesting information. "Fowler, I'm pregnant. But I can still work. I mean I am only in the early stages of-" ''Alicia...after everything that has happened, and now your new..." he paused, "condition...I am going to ask you to take time off. Stay with Gavin, come up with a plan or some [beep]." He finished. "Fowler I am fine, I can still work I-" before I could finish I got the signal that I was not going to win this fight. I left his office, and walked over to my desk, rash and teary eyed. Hank was sitting there, his shirt ruffed up a bit. I saw him taking peeks at me, wanting to say something but staying silent. I grabbed my coat, keys, and phone rushing out of the department. When I got into the car, tears fled from my eyes, drops of the salty substance falling on my car wheel. I loved Gavin, and I didn't know if he was going to be ok. I tried catching my breath, but the tears kept rolling. I was just sitting in the parking lot, in my car, in the rain, waiting for anything to help. It was quiet, with little note of people outside walking and talking. I started my car unwillingly, wiping my tears from my face. I pulled out of the parking lot, now on my way to the hospital.