Criminal Analysis {Connor x Reader}

Chapter 10

A/N: Elijah and Gavin are half-siblings for plot reasons. I don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The sun beamed through your blinds, impossibly bright due to the fallen snow. Your eyes fluttered as you woke, slowly being pulled out of the inky black of unconsciousness. Your head was pounding as you slid it against your pillow. Although... you didn't remember your pillow being this firm.

The quiet hum of a thirium pump filled your ears and your eyes shot open. A comfortable weight was draped across your shoulder. As you slowly regained your senses, you realized it was an arm. Connor's arms were wrapped securely around you.

Your gaze snaked up to look at Connor, who was bathed in the early morning light. He opened one eye, and his mouth curved into a small smile when he caught you staring. "Good morning, Doctor," Connor murmured, as his free hand came up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His other hand gently stroked your back.

You pushed yourself off his chest, and his grip loosened to allow you to roll to the other side of the bed. You attempted to hide the blush that invaded your cheeks, "What time is it?"

"It is approximately eight AM and, while you were sleeping, you missed exactly thirty-six calls from Detective Reed," Connor informed you, and your eyes widened. You forgot to tell him you made it home.

You slapped your nightstand, clawing around for your phone. You slumped back onto your mattress, your back facing Connor and your phone cradled in your hand. You weighed your options regarding Gavin, deciding that sending him a picture as proof of life was sufficient. You pulled your phone away from you, recoiling from the image that appeared. The area around your nose had turned a reddish-purple, surely to darken within the coming days. Your eyes traveled lower; the distinct markings of a hand wrapped around your neck greeting you.

Ignoring how your stomach rolled at your reflection, you threw up a peace sign with your unoccupied hand and snapped a picture, hoping it would be enough to placate Gavin.

You swung your legs over the side of your bed, wincing slightly from the movement. Everything hurts. Almost as if he had been reading your mind Connor spoke as he stood, gently smoothing the covers, "How are you feeling this morning, Doctor?"

"Shitty," you replied, legs wobbly as you pushed yourself off your mattress. Connor was at your side in an instant, ready to catch you. You waved him away as you made your way to the kitchen, hoping that eating would somehow ease the throbbing inside your skull.

"I could make you breakfast," he offered, "I would've earlier, but I didn't want to disturb your slumber."

You raised an eyebrow, "Do you know how to cook?"

He paused, "Well, no, but I'm sure I could figure it out."

"I think I'll just go for some toast this morning— putting out a kitchen fire isn't high on my to-do list today," you grinned, watching as Connor got to work preparing your breakfast. You moseyed over to the coffee maker, mindlessly going through the steps to acquire your daily dose of caffeine.

A knock from your front door startled you, nearly causing you to drop your mug filled to the brim. Connor strode over to the door, prying it open to reveal another android.

"Delivery for—"

The android was cut off by Connor grabbing the bag out of the android's hands and shutting the door. Your jaw dropped, "That wasn't very nice, Connor."

He pursed his lips before laying the bag across the back of one of the bar stools and returning to the toaster. The toast jumped up, nearly causing you to drop your mug for a second time.