Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Seven

"So, Connor... any ideas?" Sitting back in his chair, Hank relaxed as his android partner turned to face him. "I mean, I think I've got one, but if you have any, I'm all ears."

"A more immediate solution may not be as effective as a system dedicated to that purpose," Connor replied immediately. "To find something now may only be short-term, and until we know what model the suspect is, the immediate solution may be eliminated before we can prevent another possible attack."

He tilted his head side to side, considering the response but already knowing how to counter. "Maybe. But if the quick solution is something stronger, then we have no reason to worry." Hank grinned. "No risk, buddy. We have a quick, instant, ready to go protection plan all wrapped up in one neat, annoying package."

The confusion on the android's face was a sight to see. "Hank, how can we find an immediate solution that would be strong enough to hold up? We don't know what model--"

"Connor, for fuck's sake, I'm assigning you to guard her." His partner stood up from where he was leaning, going closer, clearly about to question the human's madness- or protest. So Hank put a hand up to stop him. "Ah, ah. I don't wanna hear it. I'm assigning you to stay with her, starting now. She's worked with CyberLife, and she might have information we need." His rough voice fell quiet. "Plus, if she's hiding shit about the situation, wheedle it out of her. We gotta catch this fucker. I don't know if anyone else is in danger but I get the feeling she's the only target."

The LED at his temple flashed yellow, and the android took a step back. "If I'm being reassigned, how will I work from there? We have a secure, heavily protected server--"

"We can figure it out. This is our only case, they don't need both of us here."

Connor put a hand to the side of his head, a telltale sign that he was losing his sense of perfect control. He always had control, always knew how to handle whatever was thrown at him. And for a brief moment that control shattered as he leaned back in, more tense than Hank had ever seen him. "Why are you doing this to me?"

The human didn't flinch. "I'm doing you a goddamn favor, Connor."

"How is this a favor?!"

"You'll get it, soon enough." The frustrated android drew back, turning away and closing his eyes, to calm down and find his control again. "I will say this: don't go too far until the case is over. Can't have you making moves on the victim of our open case, okay?"

Back to the confused expression. "Moves?"

"Remember what I said about loosening your tie?" The android nodded. "Metaphor. I want you to guard her, but I'm also being wingman cause goddamn do you need a life."

"All right, gentlemen, I think the lady has a good idea what to do for home security," chimed in Fowler, guiding you with him with an arm around your shoulders. "Have the two of you figured out something to do in the meantime?"

"Sure have!" Hank exclaimed. "Tell 'em, Connor."

[Why is he doing this to me?]

Hands clenched tight for a split second, Connor tried to smile to be polite, but his mouth only twitched, and he quickly gave up. "I... am requesting to be reassigned. I will... accompany you to your home and... remain there until the suspect is caught."

That would certainly be an instant solution, and as the RK800, Connor would be prepared to handle anyone trying to get in, human or android. "A... are you sure?" You glanced from him to his gray-haired partner, who looked surprisingly pleased with things. "I mean, thank you, but... this won't impose on anything, will it?"

"Of course not. I'm h... happy to volunteer." His words were one thing, but fuck did Connor look uncomfortable. "Lieutenant Anderson and I are working on this- your- case only, and..."

[Words are failing me. All I hear is static.]

"Well, it's a little unusual, but I like the idea," the Captain spoke up. "You're a talented detective, Connor, but I'm just fine with reassigning you for this. Lord only knows what you'll hit that suspect with if he shows his face," he added, chuckling. He clapped the android on the back, who in turn tried not to stumble forward. "Good plan, kid."

[This is sabotage...]

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Twenty minutes and some paperwork later, you ended up in a taxi, with both the lieutenant and his partner seated beside you. Connor was stuck in the middle, and while it wasn't like him to fidget, his hands kept clenching again and again.

"Not sure if you're aware of how these things go," Hank broke the silence, leaning a bit to look towards you, "but there was already a cleanup company hired to, well... clean shit up. So you don't have to go home and get rid of all that glass and shit from the incident."

You smiled a little and nodded your head. "I had no idea that was a thing, but thank you. But... I'll have to get glass for the frame he--..." You didn't finish, and they didn't ask you to.

You weren't sure if Connor would have spoken at all, actually. His LED seemed to stay on yellow the entire time.

Stealing a glance at him only proved that he was... surprisingly nervous-looking. For a detective prototype built to handle anything, maybe being reassigned to bodyguard duty had thrown him off course. "Connor? Hon?" He flinched at being addressed, but looked over nonetheless. "You all right?"

[Hon]

Well, there went the use of his mouth. He couldn't form words again, this time with the added bonus of being stared at. So all he could manage was a nod, not wanting to try to force his vocal module to function and most likely fail.

"Ehhh, he's fine," the other male replied instead. "He ain't used to being a guard dog for a pretty lady. Usually I gotta take him off his leash to chase the bad guys but now you've gotta keep him in the house." He started to chuckle, and the thought of Connor on a leash ended up making you giggle, as well. "Thankfully he doesn't eat, but don't forget to bathe him. Make sure he gets enough exercise, too."

Clapping your hands over your mouth did nothing; you only laughed harder.

[SABOTAGE]