Piece It Together - Gavin Reed

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Hank came by 10 minutes after being given the badge with coffee and her belongings. He hugged her after seeing the badge along with a pat on the head. He was glad to see her look so happy after everything she dealt with back in New York.

He took her to the empty desk across from him, letting her unpack her belongings there. She made sure she had some pens, pencils and various other bits and pieces of stationery for any paperwork she had to do and made sure she kept a first aid kit and emergency sanitary products in one of the drawers. Placing two picture frames down, she continued by putting her travel mug down and putting a corkboard up, pinning a few important deadlines to it.

Sipping on the beverage Hank got her, she heard footsteps approaching her. Before she could turn to see who it was, the words uttered from his throat were enough to tell her everything she needed to know.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the biggest slut in Detroit! Y/n L/n, back again to make a name for herself that isn't to do with blowing every guy who walks her way." Her head snapped to look at the man that Gavin Reed had become. He stood at a solid 5'9, his chocolate brown hair swept to the side out of his misty eyes. Wearing a dark shirt and jeans under a brown leather jacket, she recognised it as one he had let her borrow more than once. He wore his police badge on his hip and a humoured smirk on his face. Crossing his arms, he watched as she shifted uncomfortably. "What could Lil' Miss Priss be doin' in dear old Detroit?" His eyes trailed to the badge hanging off her neck and scoffed, "No fuckin' way..."

"Good morning to you too, Reed-"

"That's Detective Reed to you, broad." Gritting her teeth, she held herself together.

"Well then, Detective Reed, what are you here for? To torment me for something that happened 18 years ago like this is a playground or is there something worth my time that may utter from your throat?" He huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Get up. I'm giving you a tour of this shithole."

"You're one of the best detectives Fowler has to offer? Likely story, you hardly graduated."

"Oh yeah? I can do better than your bitchass could ever imagine."

"Well, instead of that, how about you rotate your bitchass away from me so I can see the precinct for the first time and you for the last time."

He grumbled but turned around and gestured for her to follow. Standing up, she gave Hank a desperate look but noticed he was half asleep. A sigh escaped her throat, following the man. Leading her to various sections of the precinct she was shown the meeting rooms along with the evidence room, the temporary cells and the bathrooms. He seemed to brush past the fact that there were police androids who were lined up in parking spots. Uncomfortable with the idea, she averted her eyes and followed him.

"So," The air was awkward between the walk from the final office to the break room, "How was your birthday?"

He scoffed, "You're a month late, Priss."

"Y-Yeah, I know, but it's not like I've had any contact with you the past 18 years."

"Heh, you got that right." He let out an exasperated sigh, "It was fine. Me and the guys just went out for a couple drinks."

"That... sounds nice." The two arrived at the break room, Gavin showing her the small kitchen and dining area.

"You can store your lunch in the fridge or just buy it out back from the food truck."

"Oh, okay."

"That's the precinct. Any questions?"

"Um, yeah-"

"No questions? Good! Bye." She watched him leave, groaning in frustration as she walked back to her desk.

After a few hours, the girl was set up on her computer and had everything sorted. Hank approached her with a small smile, "Everything alright? Ya' settlin' in okay?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

"Hey, is everything okay?"

"It's nothing, really, just... had an unwanted reunion." He decided not to press her on the matter, telling her to grab her coat. The two exited the building and the h/c followed Hank to the food truck outside of the establishment. It had some tables with umbrellas set up along with the actual truck where a man was serving an officer.

"Hey, Gary." Hank approaches the van, Y/n in tow.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Y/n L/n." Gary Kayes, the owner of Chicken Feed, grinned, "God, It's been years since I last saw you."

"Heh, yeah it's, uh, it's been a while."

"It's good to see you takin' after your old man." He gave Hank a dig in the shoulder to which he grunted.

"Right, enough with the yappin', I'll have the usual."

"Got it, and for Y/n?"

The h/c scoured the menu, her stomach churning at the number of calories some of the items contained. "I-I'll just have a bottle of water."

"You sure? It's all on the house."

"Yeah, I have my own lunch with me today. Don't worry too much about it."

"Alright then."

The two waited at the counter, taking the orders and sitting at a table together. Y/n sipped on her water as she watched Gavin order from the truck. He kept his hands in his pockets, tapping his foot along to the music that played from inside the vehicle. "You got a thing for Gavin or somethin'?"

Snapping her head to look at him, she shook her head. "No, God, no!" He rose an eyebrow, making her sigh, "Sorry... It's just... Gavin was the one that started the rumour that I was the biggest slut in Detroit."

"That was him?! Wait-"

"It was nearly 20 years ago! I was young and people called me a Priss and Gavin stuck his dick in anything attractive."

"You slept with Gavin behind my back?!"

"It was only for a few months..."

Hank gave her a disappointed look but ruffled her hair, "It's fine. I was worried you hadn't rebelled at all when you were a kid."

She let a breathy laugh out, flinching when she heard a voice behind her, "Huh, goin' after older guys now, eh' Slut?" He laughed, "Guess some things never change."

"He's my uncle, Gavin." Hank erupted into laughter at the look on Gavin's face. A look of realisation dawning could be seen.

"Jesus Christ, I fuckin' knew Hank's house felt familiar."

"What?"

"Fuck off, Priss."