More human than me // RK800 Connor x Male!Reader

Chapter 1: Detective.

I'm changing the start so the next chapters make more sense, cool? Cool.

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AM 10:02

I take a deep breath and walk in, only focusing on what's in front of me, I could hear people whispering about me, praises, compliments, jealousy, mocking, but I didn't quite care.

I arrive at the Captain's door and hesitated for a second before opening it, I walk in going straight to his desk. I put my files on his desk, fix my posture and take a deep breath.

-My name is Y/N, I was transferred here because of the growing amount of crimes around this area.

-Hmm. -Captain Fowler studies my file for a few seconds before closing it, he sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.

-You're supposed to work with Lieutenant Anderson due the amount of experience you seem to have with deviants, but he wasn't been showing up lately, due to that you'll work on homicide cases with detective Reed until further notice.

-Detective Reed is very easily spotted, you'll most likely find him in the break room.

-Understood, thank you captain.

I start to walk in the direction of the door when suddenly Fowler speaks up again.

-Y/N, don't let your guard down next to Reed, he's a prick.

I nod my head and walk out.

-Break room, huh?

I look around me, taking my surroundings in, I walk around for a bit, exploring the place, I easily find the break room, seeing someone at a table alone, I walk up to him only to hear him quietly say "holy shit you're tall."

-Are you detective Reed?

-Yeah.-he says, still staring at me.

-Name's Y/N, Captain Fowler said I'd be Working with you for a while.

-Great, phcking awesome. -He says, angrily.

He does kinda seem like a prick, just don't annoy him Y/N and you'll be just fine. I walk over to the coffee machine, making myself a cup of coffee, I try making small talk while waiting.

-What do you normally work with?

-hmm?

-I asked you what kinda things you normally see or work with.

-Mostly murder around this parts, I work on night patrol, nothin' very interesting.

-It's still iteresting, what's the worst criminal you've ever dealt with?

-Mass murderer, Joseph Winther if I'm not mistaken. -Gavin says, shivering.

-Holy shit, I saw the news at the time, guy killed more then 16 people right?

-Yeah, it was phcking brutal.

-I can't say I haven't seen some terrifying shit like that.

-Like what? Guy stealing donuts at night with a kitchen knife? -He asks laughing.

-More like, being kidnapped by a serial killer and being torture to almost death. -I say, with a sarcastic smile.

Gavin stops and looks at me, looking for a hint of a laugh.

-Wait, you serious?

-What do you think? -I ask him, frowning.

-Shit, sorry.

-It was a long time ago, it's fine. -I say looking to the side taking a sip of coffee.

There was an awkward silence after that, he didn't talk to me much through out the day.

It was late and I was ready to head home until I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turn around and see Gavin.

-Hey, I'm sorry about this morning, I was an asshole I know. -He says, rubbing the back of his neck and looking to the side.

-It's fine. -I say reassuring him.

-If it's not too much to ask... can I... walk you home? -He asks shyly, blushing maybe?

-Sure big guy, come on. -I say chuckling, I pat his back softly.

He smiles at me and after a few seconds we're walking side by side, laughing and joking.

He's not that much of a prick.

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I never thought I'd say this, ever, but I really started liking Gavin, soooo, that's that.

Thank you for reading, and I'll see you in the next chapter, buh-bye!