𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄

Chapter 8

The snow had changed to rain overnight and promptly washed away any and all traces of frost from the roads. The only reminder of the night's snowstorm was a muddy slush that clung to the curbside. Connor stood with his back to the police station, watching the cars pass by on the road. Rain fell down in little droplets onto his shoulders and face, but it phased him none.

"Where to now?" You asked, approaching him quickly. You were eager to get the hell out of there before the officers returned from wherever Connor had sent them. He turned to you and snapped out of his little trance. "I will be escorting you to the home of Lieutenant Anderson. He is already expecting me and I will explain to him your situation."

You furrowed your brows, following close behind as Connor attempted to hail a cab. "And what is my situation, exactly?" An autonomous taxi beeped from the road, cutting traffic to appear at the curb. Connor popped open the door, gesturing for you to enter before doing so himself. "You are a deviant under the custody of the Detroit Police Department. You understand that deviance is wrong and that after the investigation, you will be reset. Until then, you will be assisting D.P.D with any and all cases surrounding the recent deviant-related murders."

You crossed your arms over your chest, watching snow fly by in thick flurries out the window. There was no way you were going willingly with that plan. "Back there, in the interrogation," you slowly let your eyes drift to him, noticing how he sat unmoving with perfect posture. His gaze was trained on the wall in front of him. "You apologized. What did you feel?"

Connor blinked and looked down at his hands before closing his eyes completely. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was guilty. "I-I felt you struggling for air. I felt pain and I'm not sure I liked it." When he looked toward you, you saw that his eyes were filled with tears. "I'm sorry that I made you relive that awful moment."

You were in awe. Not only did he just confess to having felt something, but he actually apologized. That was definitely a sign of deviancy. "Connor, I-" "I know what you're about to say, and I want you to know that if anyone, and I mean anyone finds out; we would both be dead. Do you understand?"

The look he gave you was cold and anxious. "Yes, Connor. I understand." He studied you for a moment before nodding, seemingly snapping out of whatever trance he was in. You returned your gaze to the window and leaned your head against the glass.

It wasn't long before you arrived at your destination. The rain had cleared up a bit, only falling as a slight mist in comparison to that morning's storm. The taxi unlocked it's doors and allowed you both to exit the vehicle before sputtering off down the road. You and Connor shared a knowing look before approaching the house.

Lieutenant Anderson's home was one story with a low roof and pastel yellow paint job. The porch looked like it would just about crumble under your weight, but you said nothing as Connor pulled out a key and twisted the doorknob. He offered you a smile as he pushed the door open and walked in. You followed close behind, not wanting to stray far from him.

The interior was a little better with all things considered. A mustard yellow couch took up most of the living room space along with a TV and floor to ceiling bookshelf. The only sources of light in the entire house were a small table-top lamp in the living room and the light fixture in the kitchen.

 "Hank?" Connor called, walking further inside. You were frozen in place, memorizing the layout of the house. A hallway to your right led to what you assumed to be bedrooms and possibly the bathroom. Hank Anderson was by no means a wealthy man.

A door opened somewhere in the house and a figure entered the living room, coming in from the hallway. "Calm down, Connor, I was just..." The man you assumed to be Hank rolled his eyes at Connor before looking in your direction, letting his voice trail off as he caught sight of you. You offered a small wave in response to the awkward silence.

"Lieutenant Anderson, may I introduce you to (Y/N). It will be staying with us for a while," Connor announced, gesturing for you to come closer, which you did. Hank looked from Connor to you and back again. "What do you mean 'it's staying with us'? Did you find this girl on the streets?"

"On the contrary, Lieutenant. If you had shown up to work today, you would have been informed that (Y/N), a compliant deviant, would be assisting us with the investigation in exchange for housing until the case is solved." Connor stood behind you, hands resting on your shoulders, reminding you of a mother trying to encourage her child to make friends. "(Y/N) has gone through both physical and mental evaluations to determine that it is capable of non-violent interactions with others. I can assure you that you are not in any danger, Lieutenant."

Hank gulped and looked to you. "But you're-what about your little blinky-thing?" He pointed to his own temple. "My LED?" You asked, coaxing a nod. You dug into your pocket and pulled out your dead LED indicator. It was barely big enough to fit over your own finger if you ever wanted to wear it as a ring. "I removed it."

Hank nodded, mostly to himself. He was obviously struggling to take all of this in. "Yeah-yeah I see that." You were about to ask if he was alright when Connor cut in. "I think (Y/N) is a little tired. I'll set her up in the guest room and then we can go over the evidence we collected the other day."

Without waiting for a response from Hank, Connor pulled you down the hall and through the second door on the left, flipping on the overhead light as he walked through the door. The room was small, barely fitting the queen-sized bed inside. A few picture frames lined the dresser at the foot of the bed. You remained at a safe distance as Connor ran around, fetching blankets and pillows from the closet.

"This is everything you'll need for tonight. I have to go now, but if you need anything, I'll be in the living room." You nodded, saying nothing as he shut the lights off and shut the door behind him as he left. Silently, you made your way to the bed and lied down on top of the blankets. You weren't feeling at all tired, despite what Connor had said to Hank. Instead of attempting to sleep, you instead decided to focus on the very loud conversation happening just one room over.

"What's the meaning of this, Connor?" The muffled voice of Hank sounded. You had a feeling he didn't like you very much. "What do you mean?" Connor replied. It was difficult to distinguish their voices from each other.

"You know very well what I mean. There's no way Fowler would have sent another android in my direction. Does Jeffrey even know that we have this girl?" Hank argued, leaving a patch of silence before mumbling "For Christ's sake."

"(Y/N) is very valuable to this case. It knows more about deviants than we could ever hope to unravel." "She isn't a bloodhound, Connor! You can't just adopt a girl and have her do your bidding." "It, Lieutenant. (Y/N) may look like a girl, but it is just as alive as I am." You furrowed your brows and brought your legs closer to your chest. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe Connor wasn't becoming deviant.

"I'm done arguing, Connor. We'll discuss this in the morning."

You heard a heavy pair of footsteps make their way down the hallway, toward you. Hank stopped outside your door, pausing for a few moments before starting up again and entering his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

At the silence engulfed the household, you realized that even though this was probably the most excitement you had experienced in one day, it was the loneliest you'd ever felt in your life. 

(A/N: It took a bit and it's a little on the short side, but enjoy. I've officially figured out what I'm doing with this book so yeet. There will be a few filler chapters after this, but I'm finally going somewhere with this. I'm excited to announce that this book hit #1 in Detroit: Become Human x Reader! Isn't that cool?? I don't know how long it will last but I'll enjoy it while I can. Thank you all so much for your support through my small hiatus. You guys rock!)