Criminal Analysis {Connor x Reader}

Chapter 6

A/N: Happy kinktober! Here's a little smut for all that celebrate (Gavin simps come get yalls juice) a.k.a. Reader is horny for love but goes looking for it in all the wrong places. 

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Codependency: a circular relationship in which one person needs the other person, who in turn, needs to be needed.

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You slumped against the plush seats of the back of the cab and you wrapped your arms around yourself, a feeble attempt at thwarting the waves of emotions threatening to crash into you at any moment.

You let out a breath before letting your face crumple as the warm tears forced their way out. You pushed the heel of your hands into your eyes, harder than necessary, willing the tears to stop. You should've known better.

The cab came to a standstill outside of the precinct and you took in a shaky breath, silently praying that the seats would swallow you whole.

You walked into the precinct, flashing your badge to the android receptionist, not in the mood for niceties. You embraced the familiarity of your usual routine but the weight of today's events loomed like a fog cloud over your head.

You made a beeline for the locker room, desperate to change out of today's clothes and go home. You hardly ever used your locker, never going out in the field long enough to get dirty, or in your case, soaked from the earlier rain. You were thankful that you had the sense to keep a spare change of clothes in your locker as you opened it grabbing your small duffel bag.

You slammed your locker shut, nearly jumping out of your skin when you noticed Gavin's presence beside you. "Do you mind?" you grumbled, your composure calm compared to how tangled your mind was.

"Geez, sweetheart, you look like shit," Gavin retaliated, giving you a once-over. You scrunched your face, annoyance gracing your features. His eyes continued scanning you, "What happened?"

You felt your lip start to tremble and you looked away, your cheeks heating up. God, this was so embarrassing. You fumbled with the strap of your duffel bag, refusing to look at Gavin.

"Sweetheart," Gavin murmured, taking the duffel bag from you and setting it on the bench, "talk to me."

You met his eyes and your eyes welled with tears, "He left me."

Gavin furrowed his eyebrows, and you continued, the words tumbling out before you could stop them, "We were chasing after a deviant and I ran ahead of Hank. I was able to catch the deviant on one of the rooftops, and Connor just stood there as we struggled." You paused, the events replaying in your head, "The deviant... pushed me over the ledge and I called out for Connor. But...he left me there."

Gavin clenched his jaw, taking a few deep breaths; he knew you didn't like it when he got angry, which was often. "That fucker did what?" Gavin seethed.

"Hank was the one who pulled me up," you mentioned, "I'm surprised I didn't break my hand with how hard I slapped him." The thought caused the side of your mouth to quirk up.

Gavin gritted his teeth, "You should've pushed the plastic prick right off that building." You rolled your eyes, Gavin was always extreme when it came to someone wronging either one of you. He also held a grudge like he was paid for it.

You turned away from Gavin, unzipping your duffel bag and grabbing your clothes out of it, "I just want to go home and forget this day ever happened."

"I heard about the plastic detective playing chicken this morning." Gavin trailed off, watching as you gripped the hem of your t-shirt, "What are you doing?"