The Detective's Sister // RK900 x Reader

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Title: The Detective's Sister

Genre: Romance; Adventure; Mystery; Sci-Fi

Year; 2039

Pairing; RK900/Conan × Reader

Started on; 10*1*2018

Additional Notes; *The reader is a blood-born Reed, meaning she's Gavin's sister. *The revolution was not a success. * Connor is currently missing, as is Lieutenant Anderson. *Few of Jericho remain. *Gavin Reed is 100% crazy cat lady and overprotective brother.

Chapter 1

You glance down at your phone before turning the volume back up, attempting to drown out your brother's horrible shower concert. Only, it didn't work so well, given that you were positive that he was trying to be as loud as possible, and so you eventually paused the music. Beside you, even Coffee Bean looked irritated. You couldn't help but feel a little bad for the senior Maine Coon; he couldn't wear earbuds, like you, to escape Gavin's caterwauling.

"Sorry, kitty," You whispered to the feline, gently stroking his fur.

"-'ve got to *dun dun* GET AWAY." Gavin shout-sang from his shower. Coffee Bean folded his ears back against his head, glancing around your [f/c] room.

You laughed slightly as Gavin continued his obnoxious behaviour, leaning back into your duvet. However, midway in your descent to comfiness, there was - what you thought to be - a knock on the door.

You find yourself holding your breath - why, you don't know. But you were waiting. Waiting to hear the noise again, as if to confirm or deny whether or not your brother was butter-fingered enough to drop a soap bottle, or if there was someone waiting outside.... Then, you heard it again, moments before Gavin's shower turned off.

With a sigh, you sat up and stood from your bed, stretching your arms above your head and smiling softly when your shoulders let out a light, satisfying pop. Coffee Bean padded beside you on your journey to the door, head held high as he showed off his pride in the form of his fur flowing as he trotted. You swear, he had an ego as big as Gavin's and loved to show off just as much. Hence why he was Gavin's cat, and not your cat. Princess, the fat, lazy thing, would be your cat.

A knock could be heard again.

"Just a minute!" You called, a mere yard from the door.

When you reached the door, you didn't bother with checking to see who was there. You two, per your insistence, moved to a much safer neighborhood after the revolution failed. You knew that with the violence that still lingered in the streets of Detroit that Gavin's apartment was no longer safe for the both of you. So, on a calm little side-street resides your current home; a little, one story white-yellow house. It was about a 10 minute driver further from the Department than your old place, and about 15 minutes further from your University. But, you would rather put up with a little more of a walk than put yourself in more danger than being the sister of a detective already did.

After nudging Coffee Bean away from the door, you opened the white door, eager to see just who it was that had shown up at your doorstep.

You felt your heart stop, and tears prick the corners of your eyes. Before you stood Connor, your best friend. Your friend who had went missing months ago, along with Hank Anderson. Your friend who you were told would most likely be dead, and that you should stop holding on to hope that he would come back. That this very day wouldn't happen.

"Connor," You smiled, barely able to contain your excitement. You pushed the door wide open as you quickly closed the distance between you two and then threw your arms around him.

With your arms around his waist and your face against his chest, you finally felt happy, letting out a content sigh and finally allowing yourself to relax for the first time since the end of last year, You felt... wait a minute.

Something was wrong.

He wasn't hugging you back.

Connor always hugged you back.

A pit of dread and anxiety filled your stomach as you pulled away from the android, letting your arms fall to your side. You took a large step back from him, looking up. You felt intimidated by him, something you never felt around Connor. (Also, because you're so short.)

No, this was not your Connor.

And now that you could look at him more directly, you noticed just that.

Rather than those warm, chocolate brown eyes that you would normally be greeted with upon eye contact, you were met with cold, analytic, grey eyes. And upon closer inspection, you noticed the subtle difference in the rest of his face, as well. Like how his jawline was just a little bit broader than Connor's.

But the thing that you berated yourself for more was that you didn't notice the outfit difference. He was almost the complete opposite of Connor, with his white jacket and black shirt. And that high collar had to be uncomfortable.

And what was on the jacket was an even bigger slap to the face; it read RK900, not RK800.

Your Connor was gone.