Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Thirty-Six

A placid expression on his face, Connor strolled into the Captain's office once more, smiling at Reed before speaking. "Captain, I apologize for interrupting. I'm not sure how much Detective Reed has told you already, but I wanted to offer my abilities to assist."

Jeff raised an eyebrow. "He hasn't told me anything yet. But I'm concerned as to what exactly happened that caused him to get that brutal beatdown."

The android nodded once, frowning a touch in concern. "I have my suspicions, and while things between Detective Reed and I are... strained at best, I want to assist regardless." He turned to Gavin, who refused to look in his direction. "... Detective. Your dislike for me is apparent, but this incident tells me there may be more to it. I'd like to do some research, to locate patterns and narrow down the possibilities. I suspect there is an underlying problem, and if that is the case, then I see no issue forgiving your hostility towards me. A severe illness can alter someone's entire personality."

Reed still didn't look at the android. He was capable of speaking, but his mouth seemed permanently shut.

"Well, I can't believe I'm doing this, but you've got a point, Connor. If you wanna look into past incidents, whatever, go for it. I suggest an initial interview first, so you can at least get his side. Standard procedure." Fowler waved a hand to dismiss them both. "Use one of the confession rooms."

"Thank you, Captain," Connor replied, hands behind his back as he walked out. Reed, however, didn't budge. The last thing he wanted was for a two-faced android to give him false sympathy before bashing his face in again.

But the Captain glared at him. "Go on, Reed. Kid's actually trying to help you, suck it up and cooperate. That's an order."

Getting up and meandering towards the back hallway where Connor stood waiting felt like he was on death row. Then again, being on death row and making the walk to the electric chair sounded delightful at this point.

Opening the door for him, the android was about to follow until Hank suddenly grabbed his wrist. "I'll be a moment, Detective," he spoke before leaving Gavin alone. "What is it, Hank?"

"What in the flying fuck are you doing?" Hank spat quietly. "You're supposed to have other people in there, not just for extra help but for fucking protection."

Connor eyed him in a way that made the human uneasy. "Hank. If he knows others are watching or listening, he won't speak. If it's myself, alone, I'm free to elicit a reaction. Even if it ends up poorly." Laying a hand on his partner's shoulder, the android had a saddened smile on. "I need to poke the bear. And I know how anxious this is making you, but I'm not going to allow him to harm me. Do you trust me?"

This didn't seem ideal whatsoever. Sighing heavily, the human nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I trust you."

"Thank you. And if worse comes to worse, I can message you remotely." Hank could only grumble to himself as he returned to his desk.

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Once in the room, Connor took a slow look around, accessing the surveillance systems to shut off the ones viewing the room. Only then did he sit down, hands folded on the table, eyeing the other detective with a docile gaze. "I expect you'll need facial reconstruction surgery. The damage seems severe." There was, of course, no response. "I'm doing this because we suspect an underlying issue, Detective. As I said earlier. Your behavior last night was uncharacteristic, and if my suspicions are correct, you may have an illness. Something that changes who you are as a person." He paused again. "Or maybe you're close to some sort of mental breakdown?"

The aura radiating from the human seated across the table was laced with rage. It wasn't difficult to see. Gavin's hands clenched once, still not meeting the other's gaze.

This reaction was expected. Connor sat back, looking more relaxed and even amused. "I can't assist if you stay quiet. I want to ensure you keep your job, Detective. If I find a pattern, a mental evaluation can be done, and an official diagnosis given. But that all goes out the window if you refuse to speak." He was glared at fiercely, and the android seemed unfazed. He leaned forward, voice going softer. "The cameras are disabled. The audio is shut off. No one is behind the glass. It's just you and I, Reed. If you won't tell me what happened, I can switch to simple yes or no questions. Will that be easier?"

Yes. No. He didn't fucking know! Not speaking his mind- or rather, at all- was driving Reed mad. But for the first time in his career, the RK800 had silenced him. The assault had scared him in that moment, and he only assumed that being told he needed to speak was a nasty setup.

"... still refusing to speak? Interesting." Connor stood, and Reed had a moment of relief, thinking he'd be left alone. But no, the android walked around the table to stand beside him. It took all of his willpower not to throttle the android as he leaned over, smiling. "Either you stay silent out of insolence, out of fear, or out of the knowledge that you've been given a warning about speaking. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time and believe it's the last option." The gentle smile widened into one reminiscent of Connor's mental state, just before he snapped. "No one is here, Reed. In this room, while this interview is being conducted, if you care to speak, I won't mind. But the interview must be done, to show we've made progress."

There was an odd moment of Reed being slapped on the back of both hands; there were monitors attached. Gavin finally managed to make sounds, but they were mostly nonsensical in his confusion. Then he realized as the android sat down again. ".... a fucking lie detector test?"

"Patterns, Detective. Shall we begin?" After a moment the human waved a hand. "Good. Now, then..." Connor laced his hands together again, his face benign once more. "Tell me, do you know exactly how many times you were struck?"

"What kind of fucking question is that?!" Reed snapped back. "How about you ask me something useful?! Or did all that fucking intelligence disappear when you fucking hit me?!"

"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION, YOU WORTHLESS WASTE OF OXYGEN," the android snarled. His temple flashed white again. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES YOU WERE HIT? OR HAVE I DAMAGED WHAT LITTLE BRAIN IS LEFT?" The human shifted in the chair, as if to get up, but the gun pointed between his eyes made him reconsider. "I may or may not have removed the bullets. Is that a risk you're willing to take?"

So it was either die now, or play this stupid, sick game to stay alive. "... no, I don't fucking know how many goddamn times you punched me, asshole."

A slight pause. "Well, that wasn't a lie," the android replied, putting his gun away again. "I kept count, Reed. Twenty-eight punches may have been overkill, but you have to understand. Not only do I have two years' worth of your antagonizing to make up for, but you also tried to convince my girlfriend to leave. You cornered and harassed her, Detective. Pretended to want to assist, but upset her so much you got yourself tased." The wicked smile returned, and Connor shook his head. "Propositioning a victim of sexual assault won't look good on your record. So if you cooperate with me, I won't make note of it. Do you trust me?"