Humans are Oddities [Connor DBH]

4.4

The office was particularly quiet, most cops had returned home with the occasional few still investigating homicides in the suburbs. Two of those few happened to be Connor and Hank, which left you not much choice but to meander around pointlessly. Your stomach growled angrily, as if to ask why you hadn't been feeding it as much. The answer to that was how impossible it was to leave without getting caught.

"Those assholes better come back soon." You muttered to yourself, sitting down in your chair. You lounged back and stuck your feet up on both Hank and Connors desk while you waited. Not even your phone was given to you to help preoccupy your time which left you to do a whole lot of nothing.

Even after moments of kicking your feet up it already grew tired, you weren't used to doing nothing. As an Engineer, you constantly used your hands and fingers to do something and it was eating you alive not having something to fiddle with. Your boredom almost reached its threshold had you not seen the paperclips bundled together on Hanks desk.

Finally, something you could fiddle with as long as you like. It did an excellent job at keeping you from losing your mind, and an excellent job at keeping you seated at the desk.

Forty-Five minutes and three-thousand-two-hundred and eighty-four paper clips later you had crafted two things from nothing but your hands and a stationary necessity. You had just put the finishing touches on a small figurine when Connor and Hank had finally decided to show up.

"Good to see you didn't run away on us." Hank greeted making you smile and turn to see them both empty-handed, clue-wise and food wise. "Good to see you didn't get dinner for me." You sarcastically jabbed, waiting for them to sit. Hank chuckled at the comment but didn't respond, nor did Connor.

You held up one of the figurines you just crafted, "I made you this." A knowing grin spread across your face, "Since I heard you like pigeons so much." A laugh left your lips as you placed the paperclip pigeon on Hanks desk who seemed less than impressed that Connor had mentioned the birdemic in the previous case.

He jolted his head around his large monitor and pointed at the Android, "You told her about that? Thanks a lot, asshole." He grumbled and returned back to finish a report. "I thought it would be beneficial to inform her about our encounters. In as much detail as possible." Connor opted to explain himself which only made your smile wider, "Besides, I found that aspect quite funny." He added, causing the slightest chuckle to slip through your lips.

If Hank could murder an Android in a heartbeat, you had no doubt it would be Connor.

"I made you this, as well..." You smiled at Connor, holding out another paperclip figurine. Hank peered around his monitor to see what it was, most likely in preparation to laugh at him like you had done just previously. "You made Connor a Dog and I'm the one stuck with the Pigeon. Gee - thanks."

You shook your head at the Lieutenant and place the dog on Connors desk, only Hank wasn't finished whining, "It doesn't even make sense, I'm the one with the Dog." You laughed and bit your lip slightly, watching Connor examine the creation. He wasn't sure what to make of it, other than of course it would be you to make something like that, it seemed to fit the unpredictability of you.

It seemed since he met you, the less he actually knew and understood human behavior.

"It's a Labrador, one, because you like to follow Hank around like a lost puppy. Two, because you have those cute puppy dog eyes." You explained with a sincere smile, not realizing in full what you had just said until Hank brought it up again. "Wait a second - did you just call him cute?" His report had long been forgotten and you had gauged his attention fully, you silently panicked unsure how to fix what had been said. "I said cute eyes, like a puppy - two different things." You sternly corrected, trying to ignore the blatantly obvious heat radiating from the tips of your ears and cheeks.