|Connor x OC|

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A/n: This is a story with my OC from my Falcon of Detroit story, Phoebe Falcon. This was something I was going to add in the story, but omitted it and decided to turn it into a one shot. I hope you all enjoy! Love you all!!!
Fun Fact= All the names I've used as secondary characters in this book are the names of marching band members I knew in high school.
~✨Celestial✨~
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~Phoebe's POV~

"Mother of all that is holy, please, shove the largest cactus on this earth up Gavin's ass!" I shouted from the break room. I stirred the sugar and milk in my coffee to make it more flavorful as insult after insult clouded my mind. I refused to say them out loud because of the vulgarity behind most of them. It took all my strength to bite my tongue as I walked back to my desk. I forced a smile as my colleagues eyed me strangely from hearing my outburst only minutes ago.

I placed the cup on my desk before grabbing the case file beside it and slamming it down. Since it was only paper, it didn't create an obnoxious noise and I groaned. Peering over at the working Hank, I grab his attention. "Hey, Hank, do you have a book I can borrow?"

"Uh, yeah." He opens his top drawer and pulls out a book.

Not caring what the title of the novel was, I slam it on my desk. The ear-piercing noise, once again, caused everyone's gaze to fall on me. The sound was enough to quench my dramatic need and I sighed in relief. I handed the book back to a confused Hank with a satisfied smile. "Thank you for the book."

"All you wanted it for was to slam it down on your desk?"

"Yep. I needed to announce my frustration to the entire station. You can thank Gavin for being the catalyst to my irritation."

"What happened this time?"

"Pricky Dicky believes an android is behind the murder of the man we found slaughtered at the diner," I groan.

"Why the fuck would he think that? We found nothing that leads to a deviant or a rogue being the one behind the murder."

"Not to mention, there were traces of blood underneath the victim's nails that didn't belong to him. Connor helped me identify whose blood it was."

"Whoa, hold up! How come this is the first time I'm hearing this?" Hank questioned with his hands slightly raised.

"Phoebe wishes to keep the evidence under wraps," Connor said as he walked over and sat down in the chair in front of my desk.

Hank raised a brow. "And why's that?"

"She believes someone in the station works with the assailant," the android replies.

"That's a pretty bold accusation, Phee," the man comments.

"Just don't tell anyone, Hank. Someone in this office knows the man we're looking for," I stated.

The Lieutenant leaned across his desk, resting his hands on the surface. "What's our suspect's name?"

"Sanjay Boyd. He's a thirty-two-year-old construction worker who works for Skyline Contractors. Connor and I will be paying him a visit in a couple of hours," I answer just above a whisper.

Hank returned to his chair and reclined back in it. "Gotcha. My lips are sealed."

"Once I return, I'm rubbing it all in Reed's face and shoving my foot up his ass for being an ass!"

Hank smiled in pure enjoyment. "I'll bring popcorn so I can enjoy the show even more."

"Save me some because I'm gonna savor every second of seeing his stupid expression after learning he was wrong. I might even buy some candy on the way back."

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