Hamilton One-shots (REQUEST STUFF)

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Hey just so y'all know this account is basically dead, I really hate everything I've written here when I look back so wtf ever man. Here's my last hurrah, a Reed900 fic (DBH) that my friend really wanted me to make 👌

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Tired. If Gavin Reed had to choose one word to describe how he felt after he had walked to work in the rain, spilled his coffee, and came in to find that Hank had taken the last donut, it would be tired.

He plopped down onto his seat, soaking the leather as he loaded up the case he had been working on for the last few weeks. He had hit a dead end. God damn androids going God Damn deviant, ruining his week and piling up his work. Ugh. How could this day get any worse?

"Excuse me, Detective Reed," a (sadly) familiar voice chimed.

He made a show of sighing in annoying before turning to the android now working with Hank.

"What?" He spat. Surprise flashed through its eyes for a second before settling back into 'Connor's' usual cool calmness.

"I am RK900, sent to assist you with your deviancy case." It said, smiling.

Ah, so that was how it could get worse.

Gavin ran his hand through his matted hair before turning to see Connor and Hank by the coffee machine. Great, it wasn't some elaborate prank either.

"No." He said firmly.

"W-"

"No." He repeated as he spun his chair towards his floating screen. He didn't have time for another android prick. To his surprise, the chair was spun back around to view the Conner clone once more.

"I don't think you quite understand. I am your new partner."

Gavin ignored him, turning back once again towards his work.

"Listen, detective Reed, I have no intention of wasting time on your petty stubbornness." It said, low this time as he spun his chair around again, "So you are going to cooperate, because the sooner we solve this case, the sooner I will be gone." It said. Gavin didn't like his tone of voice, or the hands placed on either arm of his chair, basically trapping him. He sighed.

"Fine. Whatever... Fucking garbage cans" he muttered under his breath. The android pretended not to hear him.

"So, do you have a name?" He grumbled as the android took a seat across from him "Or can I just call you Barbie?" He asked, laughing at his own unfunny joke.

"Ah, because I'm plastic? How humorous. Just call me Rk900." It said, beginning to focus on its holographic screen. Gavin sneered,

"That's too long." He complained. Gavin almost recoiled at the look the android gave him. It got tired of his bullshit that fast??

"They also programmed me with the name Conan. Just call me that." It said as he started to search through files. Gavin preferred that one anyways, so he didn't whine this time.

"The deviants who abandoned their post with the Smith family were last seen in (random town idgaf). We should start our investigation there." It said. Gavin didn't like how it said 'our investigation'. Technically, it was, but he didn't like it.

"Sure, whatever." He muttered. Conan stood up.

"Well, let's go."

"Now?" Gavin asked. God, he didn't want to move. He was too tired for this BS, especially this early. Conan nodded.

"Now." It said, waiting for Gavin to stand as well. Gavin sighed dramatically before standing up. He didn't want to argue with this thing.

"We're getting breakfast first." He deadpanned. Conan smiled in satisfaction as they walked down the halls and stood through a beyond awkward elevator ride.