Criminal Analysis {Connor x Reader}

Chapter 7

You hastily pulled up to the Eden Club, eyeing the other cars in the parking lot. You spotted Gavin's car parked near the back, good, he made it before you. The puddles rippled from the rain, reflecting the harsh purple lights from the Eden Club sign. You checked your appearance in the small mirror on your visor, the hastily applied concealer doing very little to hide Gavin's handiwork. You shoved your keys into your pocket, taking a deep breath before exiting your car.

Your stomach churns as you enter the club, scantily clad androids strike alluring poses, some pressing their hands against their glass cases. It felt wrong. These androids were just kept in glass enclosures until some humans decided to do what they wanted and then return them to their cages.

Still, a small part of you wondered if Connor was capable of... this. He was the most advanced, after all. You flushed, tearing your gaze away from the androids.

You entered the club, watching as some androids grind against the various poles while others stood idle in their tubes.

"See something you like?" Gavin questioned, smirking as he walked toward you. Your cheeks flushed noticing the small purple marks littering his neck.

You wrinkled your nose, "This... doesn't feel consensual."

"Yeah, just some perverts trying to get their rocks off," Gavin agreed before motioning for you to follow him.

"Sorry, about, y'know," you trailed off, gesturing to your neck.

Gavin snorted, "It's alright, sweetheart, I know you can't help yourself." Your jaw dropped and you shoved him slightly, attempting to hide the blush that crept up your neck and cheeks.

He led you into one of the rooms where the victim was spread out across the bed, one of the silk blankets being used to cover his naked form. Chris was already there taking photos of the crime scene. A deactivated Traci rested across from the bed, thirium coating her cheek and her stomach, leaking from the various cracks in her torso and face.

"He must've hit her pretty hard," you mentioned, kneeling down to inspect the Traci.

Gavin exhaled heavily from his nose from the other side of the room but went silent as the door slid open. You pivoted, eyes widening as Connor and Hank slowly entered the crime scene. "Lieutenant Anderson and his plastic pet," Gavin snarled, "the fuck are you two doing here?" You sent Gavin a sharp look from your place before pushing yourself up.

Connor met your eyes briefly before turning to Gavin, "We've been assigned all cases involving androids." His reply was curt, his eyes constantly drifting in your direction.

"Oh yeah?" Gavin questioned, bobbing his head. "Well, you're wasting your time," he turned his attention back to the victim, "Just some pervert who, uh, got more action than he could handle." Gavin let out a laugh at his own joke, and you rolled your eyes.

"We'll have a look anyway, if you don't mind," Hank replied.

Gavin scoffed, "C'mon let's go... It's, uh, starting to stink of booze in here..." Gavin shoulder-checked Connor on his way out, Chris trailing behind him and the door sliding softly closed. You scowled at Gavin as he passed, eyes practically burning holes into the back of his jacket.

"How you holding up, kid?" Hank's eyes softened as he turned to you.

"I'd be better if I wasn't staring at a naked corpse right now," you acknowledged, a tight-lipped smile gracing your features.

"Fair enough," Hank conceded, his attention returning to the victim.

Connor leaned down next to the victim, "He didn't die of a heart attack, he was strangled." Your eyes flitted over to the Traci next to you.