Gavin x RK900 (ONESHOTS)

Mine (Part 2)

[Right, I need to say some things. Read this before the rest of this part please unless you would like to contribute to me delete both parts of this by not listening.

I wasn't going to make a second part because of some of the comments on the last one, but fuck it. If I am displeased with the response to this part I will delete them both, okay? Now, addressing some of the things said last time:

1) 63 stab wounds is not nearly as many as I was going to put down, I was going to put more but decided not to so piss off with that, he's a YANDERE, they take things to the extreme.

2) Stop insulting Gavin for killing off Connor, it's pissing me off to no end, he's a YANDERE. There are no exceptions, not even for Connor.

3) If the same person that commented "I hope Gavin dies in a ditch before getting his limbs butchered and being thrown in a lake in a duffel bag" comments some shit like that again, or if ANYONE comments shit like that, both parts will be deleted instantly. It was unnecessary and I don't like it. You know who you are.

I will not tolerate any bullshit. Call me sensitive if you want to but as the author I shouldn't have to feel like shit for writing a story.

Anyways enough ranting, lets just get this over with.]

Gavin slowly flipped his pen around his fingers, making it spin. His chin was resting on the back of his other hand as he gazed around the precinct. Everyone was working on the case, everyone was quiet too. No one had yet found out who had caused so many murders, but they all knew it was done by one person, but no one knew who. Well, one person knew who did them. Speak of the devil, the tall android walked into the precinct, head down and not making eye contact with anyone. He'd been acting different for a few weeks now, not talking to anyone, not looking at anyone. The murders had also lessened, which made everyone wonder why that had happened.

Gavin looked over at Conan and gave him a small, slightly twisted, smile.

"Hey, tin can~" He said in a quiet voice so he didn't raise attention. Conan glanced up at him and gave him a small nod to greet him in return. Conan got on with his work as usual, getting some more paperwork sorted. 

Gavin soon got up and went to the break room to get a coffee, he was starting to feel a bit tired. As soon as Gavin left, Hank walked over to Conan.

"Conan, we need to talk, in private," He mumbled to the tall android, who now had a slightly scared look on his face.

"Lieutenant... we can't," he said in a small voice, glancing around nervously. Hank huffed, crossing his arms.

"Look, I've seen the correlation. Anyone you talk to dies either a day or a few days afterwards, right? I think I have a suspicion of who it is but I need to talk to you first," Hank said in return. Conan still looked hesitant, so Hank added. "Look, I'm a fifty-three year old suicidal alcoholic, I don't give a fuck if my life is in danger talking to you, I've lived way beyond my years already. Just get up and follow me." Conan eventually did so, getting up and following Hank outside of the precinct and around to the side of the building. Conan kept looking around just in case Gavin had seen them and followed them outside. Hank looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"It's so fucking obvious that you know who the killer is, you know that right? So.. I believe I know who it is, but I want to confirm it with you first," he began, Conan nodded in return. "...It's Gavin, isn't it?" He said and Conan's eyes widened a little, and he hesitantly nodded. Hank huffed in a mixture of anger and annoyance.

"I fucking knew it, the weasel's been killing people right under out fucking noses! He killed Connor for fucks sake! Conan why the hell haven't you told anyone?" Hank asked him and Conan looked down.