Detroit Become Human: Every Breath You Take (Connor x Reader)

Chapter 3: Suspicions

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When I returned to the office, I found a storm cloud of a man hulking like an unfurled umbrella at his desk, Connor at his side.

Hank heard my approaching footsteps and glared at me.

Connor turned like hands on a clock, one leg moving first before the rest of him following suit. It was odd to watch, like a newborn fawn struggling to take its first few steps.

"Where the fuck is your phone?" he snapped.

"You been drinking?" I asked, fishing it from my pocket. No new notifications, so he couldn't say he'd called, which I could tell was his immediate next question.

Sure enough, "Why the hell did you buy that fucking thing if you won't answer my damn calls?"

I placed my cell atop his desk and folded my arms.

He grumbled and started mumbling incoherently.

Connor, meanwhile, said, "The Lieutenant hasn't called you, Officer Phillips. He was quite preoccupied with his drink this evening."

"Shut up," Hank snarled, drawing a startled look from Connor.

"What's going on?"

My superior shot Connor a scowl and said, "You, get your ass outside. We'll leave in a sec."

"Certainly, Lieutenant."

I grabbed Connor's wrist as he passed by. "Did you forget it's raining right now? Give him the keys."

"Fuck that. You, stand in the lobby or somewhere I can find you, ok?"

"Yeah, wouldn't want your seats to get soaked," I snapped at the old man. "See you in a bit," I told Connor.

The android looked between us before leaving the room.

"You don't have to be such an ass."

"Don't go telling me how I should treat those plastic assholes, thank you very much."

Years ago, Hank's son, Cole, had been killed by an android. During one of my least proud moments in law enforcement, I'd broken down at a crime scene. The Deviant had been horribly abused and tortured and I couldn't understand why my coworkers had treated the victim as the monster.

Knowing what I knew now of Hank's past, I never would've guessed how much pain my suffering during that time had caused him. To see someone shed tears over a machine, the kind that had taken his happiness away, he must've felt like he was being torn apart trying to calm me down.

But that didn't excuse his actions.

"It was kind of you to pay me a visit at the hospital."

Hank stiffened, slowly meeting my gaze.

My dad and his son, destroyed by androids. Had he not returned from drinking and my family's lives uprooted only a week ago, this might've been some dark humor we could've shit on.

To my surprise, Hank snatched my arm. He pulled me into the kitchen area and told the android standing there to leave.

With alcohol on his breath and grief scuttling across his weathered face, the man looked worse than usual. His gray hair enveloped him like a bird's nest and his beard only served to sharpen the point of how far he'd let himself go.

I wondered what Connor thought upon seeing Hank's id compared to the man now. The difference was like night and day.

"Listen to me, and listen good," he said. "We're leaving right now for a homicide case and from what Connor's told me, it sounds like a Deviant."