Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Six

They had plenty more questions for you, but the curtain drew back once more. Your nurse didn't seem nearly as irritated as she had been minutes ago. "I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask you two to leave. Visiting hours are up for the day." Then she smiled. "I'd normally say to come back, as those hours begin at eight in the morning, but she's being released tomorrow. I'm sure you two will have your work cut out to find that monster."

Getting to his feet, Hank mumbled a goodbye to you, while Connor was still smiling as they left. It seemed that the unintended compliment had put the android at ease again.

You, however, were left alone with a button to call the nurse if necessary... and a powerful surge of terror paralyzing you in the bed. Being released so soon meant that the injuries were less severe than you thought, though you would probably have to take it easy for a few days, still.

It also meant that you would be at home, alone. Unprotected. Even with all of the expensive equipment in the basement, theft wasn't at the top of your list of concerns.

If you were alone, it would be easy to corner you.

The paper with Hank's contact information was beside you on the table. But what good would that do? Even if you called or messaged either of them, how the hell could they help you?

I... I don't think I have much of a choice. Even if I get a hold of them, they might not be able to just drop everything and... fuck, what would they even do? They're inundated with cases and other shit to deal with.

... but I don't have any other options.

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"Connor, I'm not gonna lie, but you seriously look like someone just died."

The android was frowning, sat in the passenger seat of the car as the pair made their way to the precinct the next morning. "I've dealt with plenty of deaths, it would not bother me, Hank."

"... you really need to learn to detect fuckin' sarcasm and shit. What I mean is, why are you frowning?" He sighed, sitting back in his seat as he waited at a red light.

"Have you gotten a text this morning?"

"...... no, but my phone might be acting up again. Why?"

"The victim in our case. I received a message at 4:27am, and she requested either assistance or advice."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Assistance with what?"

The android looked away. "I was given no context. I suspect that you were sent more detailed messages than I."

Hank tried his damnedest not to smirk. "You sound disappointed, buddy."

"We are partners and I would appreciate being treated as such by those involved with our cases." Connor sounded incredibly annoyed, even more so when he noticed the human struggling not to laugh. "Hank, please fill me in so I may laugh with you."

He did end up snorting, but that was all. "Connor, relax. I'm teasing. I get it, I'd be annoyed too if a pretty scientist wasn't giving all her attention to me."

Now he was thrown for a loop. "I know you are teasing but the context is lost on me. What do her physical attributes have to do with the messages?"

Hank glanced over at his partner with an expression Connor couldn't decipher, either. "You really need to loosen that tie once in awhile."

Cryptic remarks like those were always something that slipped from his grasp, and now was no different. The poor befuddled android simply kept a hand over the knot in his tie, unsure if he should be loosening it like Hank suggested. But if he was being teased, why suggest it in the first place? It was something like an internal struggle the entire way to the precinct, and by the time the two were walking past the reception counter, Connor had actually loosened his tie a little. Then he completely removed it altogether, pocketing the thing, which only made Hank start laughing his ass off.

The laughter- and Connor's frustrated, confused expression- both faded quickly when their desks came into view. The chair placed in front of them was already occupied.

You'd already left the hospital and made a beeline for the precinct. You couldn't go home yet, even the short taxi ride was making your anxiety go into overdrive. You'd been sitting in front of the lieutenant's desk for more than a half hour already, determined not to go home until you figured out a solution to help you feel safer. The laughter from nearby made you turn to look, which made said laughter die down when they realized you were already there.

Normally the pair would just go to their desks, but only Hank did so, sinking into his chair. With an amused gleam in his eye he watched the android start to go to his own chair, think better of it, and went to lean against the front of his partner's instead. Coincidentally, right near you.

Connor, you blind moron... how am I seeing this shit and you're still completely in the dark?

"I received your message but I'm hoping you could... provide some context," the android piped up, unaware of the other male simply watching the two of you. "When you asked about assistance or advice, what are they for, exactly?"

You tried to smile but quickly gave up, mouth working as you tried to find the words that wouldn't make you sound pathetic. "I... I'm afraid of being alone. If I go home, I'm... I'm not prepared to defend myself properly if he comes back." Your voice cracked as a lump formed in your throat, face burning from shame. Something like this felt wrong, somehow.

Connor flinched in a peculiar manner, like his hands rose to grab something but were forced back. He shook his head once to clear the static in it again. "If you're requesting some recommendations on home security, I can provide a list of--"

"That's not what she means, Connor," Hank interrupted loudly. Shifting in his chair, he turned his eyes towards you. "Home security systems, good ones, take awhile to install and shit. And they're not cheap. They're useful, don't get me wrong, but you need something right this minute until this bastard is caught. Right?"

As you nodded, movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention. The three of you turned to find the captain himself coming over, a slight smile on his face. He nodded to his men before turning to you. "Miss, I just came over to say how relieved we are that you're all right. A case like this is... pretty unusual, but that's why I've got these two here to find that maniac android." He held out a hand towards you. "Captain Jeffrey Fowler. If you don't mind, just call me Jeff."

Must be a slow fuckin' day if he comes by to make small talk. Either that or the whole case spooked him a little. --Wait, fuck, this could work.

Hank leaned forward, talking immediately before Fowler walked away. "Actually, you've got perfect timing, Jeff. She stopped by to talk security; doesn't feel safe being alone until we find the suspect. Any chance you could give her some suggestions on home security systems, so Connor and I can figure out a more... immediate plan?"

The captain chuckled. "Now that I can do," he replied. "Miss, come with me for a few. Let's get you some coffee, then we can talk home security in my office. Home security is one of my things, I ain't surprised Hank asked me to chat about it." He helped you out of your seat and led you away, towards an open waiting room where the coffee machines were situated.

He'd done exactly what Hank hoped he would. The second you'd stepped away the lieutenant pulled his phone out. There were a few unread texts, from a number he didn't recognize- yours, he assumed- but they were ignored in favor of sending one instead.

[Listen. I've already got a plan in mind, and I'm going with my hunch. Stall her for a few so I can convince Inspector Gadget.]

Hank simply shoved the phone back into his pocket before Connor noticed anything. The only telltale sign that the message was received was the loud, hearty laugh coming from the waiting area.