Detroit: Become Human [ONESHOTS] [DISCONTINUED]

-[ "Too Late To Say Goodbye" - Hankvin ]-

-[ Hank x Gavin is my new guilty pleasure uwu ]-
-[ WARNING: Suicide. ]-

Gavin let out an annoyed grunt as he walked down the sidewalk, kicking a small stone to the side in frustration. He mumbled profanities under his breath, cursing the fact that Fowler had sent him to check on Hank.

Hank hasn't been at work for the past two days and no one could get a hold of him, so Gavin was sent to find him personally since everyone else refused. Gavin didn't want to, but something deep down inside of him told him he cared a little bit for the old drunkard.

As he continued to walk, he heard the faint sound of a gun shot, Gavin was quite good at recognising the sounds of when certain guns fired, and that one sounded like a revolver to him, he wasn't too bothered though, it was probably just some stupid gang thing happening elsewhere. He got closer to Hank's house and frowned as he saw a figure wearing a grey jacket and beanie turn the corner out of sight in the distance, looking a little rushed.

Gavin stepped up to Hank's front door and raised his fist, knocking a few times. He listened closely and could hear Hank's dog whimpering inside. What was the dogs name again? Gavin didn't really remember but he knew it started with an 'S'. After a few minutes he knocked again, harder this time. He frowned heavily at the lack of an answer, feeling his stomach sinking for every passing minute.

He tried the doorbell, pressing it down and listening to it buzz. Still no answer. He's had enough and just wanted to leave, but something in his gut told him to investigate. He walked over to one of the windows at the front of the house, peering inside. It was a little hard to see anything with the blinds in the way, but he could see a little bit of the house, including Hank's body laying against the kitchen table. From where Gavin was, it just looked like Hank was unconscious. He was just unconscious, right?

Gavin went back to the front door and turned the handle, surprised to find it unlocked. He opened the door quietly and stepped inside, glancing around. He could see Hank's dog sat next to him in the kitchen, whimpering and nudging his leg with his snout. Gavin sighed and walked over, only expecting Hank to have drunk so much to the point where he passed out. That's when Gavin spotted the blood.

Gavin's eyes widened as he realised the situation. Hank was laying against the table, his head in a pool of his own blood, a revolver held loosely in his hand, a bullet hole going straight through the side of his head. Gavin swallowed thickly, trying to keep down the bile that was rising in his throat. He rushed to Hank's side, placing his fingers against one spot of his neck to check for a pulse. There wasn't one. Gavin got out his phone with shaky hands, dialling '911', waiting impatiently for an answer.

"911, what's your emergency?" The responder asked and Gavin could barely speak.

"...M-My co-worker's committed s-suicide..." Gavin was shaking badly, feeling sick. He may have seemed to hate Hank in the past, but he didn't, he'd wanted to make up for past quarrel with Hank for a long time, but now it was too late. The responder asked for the address and Gavin had to quickly go and look at the house number outside before returning inside, giving her the address. She said she would send someone out as soon as possible.

Gavin waited, feeling his stomach churning as he stared at Hank's life's body. He could see Hank's eyes from this angle; open, cold and dead. It was a terrifying sight. He felt something on his cheek and moved his hand up to wipe it away, only for his hand to become damp. Gavin hadn't realised he was crying, but now that he knew, he couldn't control it. Small sobs left his lips, the man he had once looked up to was now dead and Gavin could help but feel that his hostility was also partly to blame. Maybe if he'd just been a bit nicer to Hank, things would be different.

When Gavin has first joined the police force, he was twenty-two years old. He saw how cool and confident Hank was and Gavin had instantly aspired to be him. He saw how Hank had conquered the Red Ice case and was promoted to Lieutenant. Gavin worked hard to be like Hank, eventually getting promoted from the rank of Officer to Detective. When he finally got where he wanted to be, he found that Hank had changed. He'd gotten much less confident, his hair was going grey early, he became an alcoholic, he was grumpy, arrogant and uncaring of his job. This wasn't the Hank Anderson Gavin had aspired to be, he was just the shell of a man Gavin had wanted to be, and that made Gavin resent him. Looking back on it, Gavin regretted judging Hank too early about how he'd changed, he only found out a few years later the reason why. He wished he could say sorry, to take back his words and actions, but it was too late.