Heart of Ice

It Only Gets Worse

"Excuse me?" Conan tilted his head as he spoke. The newcomer's joy was quite a sight, acknowledging the fact that she was sitting on the back of a collapsed, struggling android, easily overweighing it with large, but proportionate sizes.
"You are so adorable together! I can't wait until one of you confesses to the other! You two could get back and snuggle and..." "Who are you, who are you talking about and why are you here?"
"I'm talking about your Q!" That didn't clear up anything. Conan still had no idea what the android was babbling on about. "Q is a lonely letter, it needs to stick to U to feel complete."

What a lame pun.

"Mhm." Conan huffed.
"Hey! If I kill someone and make this epic crime scene will you two finally work together on it? I can pretend to try to murder your partner and then you can save him." The dazzled android suggested.
"LK800... take her out of here." He hissed.
"I'm not your android!" The albino humanlike robot protested.
"Oh, but I swear it'd be great! He'd be so thankful for your help! He'd love you forever!" She pleaded.
"Please..."
"Or when he goes out for a smoke break, you could surprise him and throw away his cigarette then kiss him! That would be so cute! You have to do that!!"
"I'm literally begging you, Klara."
"Or like, you could pin him against a wall and..." Her suggestive tone was suddenly broken by a glass-shattering, high-pitched opera voice, giving everyone either a headache or an error:

"GEEET OOOFFF MEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

The horribly strong vibration coming from the android underneath her made the other fall off.

After a minute of silence and Cirenne's mouth being brutally covered up by Klara's and Conan's hands, his worst nightmare spoke again.

"I'm Qpid with no 'u' by the way... but Liquorice with a 'u' sounds better. I like that letter, you know? I feel bad for taking U away from Q. Pun unintended this time. It's my name I'm talking about." If Cirenne was bad, then this was a monster.
"I'm Klara! Thanks for saving Conan!"
"I'm not only saving Conan, I'm saving the ship." Oh no.
"Which ship?"
"Conan and his boyfriend." Uhhhh.
"Conan has a boyfriend?" Shut up.
"Almost! You can join me and we can create a mini fandom." Shut up.

The RK900 was an infinitely patient model... or so he thought.

"Eh,  I'd love to, but I gotta go check up on detective Flores. Can I have your serial number?" She moved out her hand to connect with the taller android. Liquorice flinched.
"Ah, I don't have one." Qpid chuckled, nervously.
"How come?"
"I'm probably in your line of suspects, since I'm from the PRS series. Advanced heartbreakers don't get serial numbers."
"Oh..."
"Well! I'll be sure to stop by at your work!" She turned around, heading out.
"How do you know where I work...?" That question was unanswered, Liquorice already out of the crime scene.
"Don't connect with her, her virus is contagious." Conan muttered before walking to a taxi he ordered.

It's been a long day.

The RK900 returned to the DPD. It was 2AM. The lights were out, but Conan could still see. Everyone was gone. However, his excellent hearing could detect a quiet breathing from the direction of Reed's desk. He walked over to it to see Gavin sleeping on it soundly, as if he didn't sleep in years.

He grinned before turning his attention to the huge rose bouquet on his desk.

Gavin has an lover? It probably isn't marriage. He doesn't wear a ring.

Scanning for suspicious objects...

Object found!

Conan gently and precisely took out a small card from between the flowers.