Detroit: Become Heartless (Rewriting)

Track me down

After a few questions and inquires from his colleagues about his absence, they finally managed to go through everything. Captain Fowler assigned them three more cases apart from the ones they already went through the night prior. They were in various stages of being solved, but none had a culprit. There wasn't any data on why they were left opened and it seemed people just... forgot about them. The oldest one dated five months ago with the other two occurring since then, concrete time unknown. After a while, Gavin started to doubt his Captain's competence when he realised there was nothing tying them together. The only thing they had in common was that they were all located in the southern part of the city. Even that was a stretch though. He even went out for a smoke once and far enough away from any cameras to call Connor on the number he gave him to ask if he knew anything about the cases. The android denied it and said they had nothing to do with those.

Around four in the afternoon, Nines set down the tablet he was working with and leaned on the table next to Gavin. This successfully got his attention, finally looking up from his computer's screen after hours. Trying to focus on the android's face, he realised how heavy and crusty his eyes felt. "You haven't taken you lunch yet Detective."

He rubbed his eyes. "Not hungry."

"I am aware of your desire to keep working, but neglecting your physical needs will negatively impact your work."

"Sure, I got a physical need you can help me with. Hah." He turned back to his screen, intent on working. The android left and Gavin submerged himself in work again. Until the android came back with a plastic bag concealing a styrofoam box. He couldn't just ignore it since the android dropped it right on his keyboard.

He turned to the android, visibly annoyed. "What the fuck is this?"

Nines folded his arms behind his back. "Something to satisfy your physical need, Detective."

Gavin glanced back at the suspicious box on his keyboard. "If it's a dildo I swear to god-"

"It's pasta. The closest restaurant I could find was this small Italian fast food across the street. It's not the most nutritious, but I couldn't risk leaving you alone for too long."

Gavin snorted. "You say it as if I would spontaneously combust if I didn't have you staring at me. I can handle myself for five minutes."

"I've been gone for forty minutes, Detective. But it seems my worries were unfounded since you've been glued to your screen anyway." Nines motioned to his monitor and Gavin just blankly stared at the digital clock that changed from 4 to 5 pm in what felt like a span of minutes.

Gavin shook his head but the nice smell from the bag finally reached him. "I guess it couldn't hurt to take a small break..." He stretched his back, popping it in multiple places. He grabbed the bag as he stood up, peeking at its contents.

"It's just a simple cacio e pepe. I didn't think your stomach would appreciate something heavy after not receiving sustenance since morning." Nines quipped in and followed him to the break room.

Gavin lifted an eyebrow. "Don't you know spaghetti meatballs are the best?"

"They're also not authentic Italian food."

"So what? I like them."

During their conversation, he finally had the chance to look around the precinct and notice how quiet it was. The usual buzz of people talking was gone and a phone rang only once in a while with some people at their desks, looking about ready to pass out from boredom. He grabbed a pair of utensils and put down his bag, unveiling his lunch.

Nines leaned next to him on the tall table. "You would have been more comfortable if you had agreed to go somewhere you can sit down."

"Joke's on you, I am the most comfortable like this." Gavin rolled up a bunch of pasta on his fork and stuffed his mouth full. After swallowing his first heavenly bite, he noticed Nines watching him. "Stop staring at me and tell me what you found out dipshit. You couldn't have been working for so long and not finding anything."