Detroit become human: A New World

Chapter 3: Yes sir

Sinking into place a yawn over comes you as your vision briefly goes blurry. Rubbing the nagging call for a rest away from your eyes; you focus on the notes you had been taking. Starting from the oldest reports you were working your way through the cases files. Making sure to highlight and copy any discrepancies. Even in your new position paper work remained an important, if not an annoying task. Regardless however, it was a good way to make use of your time. Familiarizing yourself with the reports now, instead of later seemed like a good plan in the long run. Reaching into the box, your hand hits the waxy paper gathered at the bottom. Realizing you managed to eat a dozen doughnuts all by yourself; you glance down at the now dirty desk. Crumbs and drops of dried coffee were splattered beneath you. And a few cups sit stacked inside of each other. How you made such a mess is beyond you, as you search the area for a napkin or tissue. Chin lifting slightly as you peer over to Anderson's work space, nothing. If anything you were starting to mirror your new partners desk habits. The terminal's clock reads 2:34 pm. You had been at it for about seven hours now, and still no sign of the elusive duo. After leaving Fowler's office, not knowing what else to do, you had started working on whatever you could find. 'Well guess I deserve a break, from the little iv'e actually done that is.' Raising yourself up, feet unenthusiastic as they drag along the shiny flooring. The break room a meek haven as you enter it hoping to be alone. Your prayers answered of course, as you're the sole occupant of the space. Activating the machine, coffee begins to pour out into the paper cup. The smell alone is intoxicating. The bitter liquid you and many others had become so dependent on; was a familiar friend amidst a disappointing day. You cradle it bringing it to a halt on the stand alone table. steam rising warms your nose as you gently blow across, in an attempt to cool it. Muted chimes and conversation can be heard from the bigger adjacent room. With how the days playing out you can't help but feel a bit defeated. 'God today's shitty. It was supposed to be great, exciting even- but all iv'e done today is make myself look like an idiot.' Gingerly sipping you try to stop brooding. The notion of failing bothered you a lot. Your nature caused you to always push to succeed no matter what. It was in part how you got through the academy so fast, but it had it's draw backs. "Well, hey there." Recognizing the voice you wince. The tranquility of the moment ruined.'Why now?' Gavin saunters over, elbows coming to a resting spot on the top of the table. "What do you want?" You snap at him before he continues whatever he was planning to say. "Fuck calm down, was just saying hi." With Gavin there wasn't such a thing as just a friendly greeting. You learned pretty quickly he was the stations resident asshole. And just about everyone you came across agreed with that sentiment. When you don't respond it peaks his interest. "Rough first day?" His questioning words reflect in his posture, shoulders leaning in. You take a long sip. 'Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away.'

"Aw c'mon now-" He managed to slither his way into your personal space again. His right arm almost in front of you on the surface of the table. And his chest open to you, trapping you like a predator sensing weakness. That musky cologne of his mixing with the scent of your coffee. "Don't tell me you're gonna cry about it." It looked as though he was taking joy in your annoyed state. Trying to find any angle that he could to further upset you. You glare back at his rugged appearance. "You know what Reed iv'e just ab-"

"What the hell is this mess?!"

You're both drawn away by some yelling in the next room. "Oh great, captain Morgan's finally rolled out of the bar." Looking past the open area you see two tall figures looming over your desk. The slightly taller of the pair aggressively waving an empty coffee cup in the air. 'The lieutenant' "You know if he spent less time drinking h- HEY!" You're pushing Gavin out of your way, b-lining towards the two. 'Finally.'

"He works here now ya know!" Briskly approaching your nerves start building, coffee still in hand. "Who did this? was it you?" He shoves the accusatory cup at you as you reach him. His disheveled grey hair hanging slightly in his face as his anger accents his words. Small flakes of snow from outside decorating the grey base color. He looks just as much as a vagrant up close as he did from far away. His older features holding deep creases from years of use. You notice his clothes were loose and aged as well, if not a bit mismatched. Grabbing the cup from him you begin. "Oh-uh- yeah sorry I didn't mean to leave it so bad I-"