Dechart: Become Connor

Connor 6

It's 10am and neither of them have shown up yet. I'd expect detective Bowie to at least respect her work. I sit at my desk patiently browsing through new cases. Most are out of this area, so I ignore them. I hear an exasperated sigh and I look over to see Bowie placing her things at her desk. It's about time. I walk over to her and she turns to her terminal.

"Detective Bowie, I've scanned the cases many times and there doesn't seem to be any close by." I inform her. She doesn't react to my words at all. "Do you know when lieutenant Anderson will be arriving?" Still she doesn't respond. "Are you going to ignore me like a child?" I ask. She aggressively opens a drawer and pulls out headphones to plug into her phone. She places them on and loudly plays music into her ears. "You know listening to music at such high volume could be damaging to your ear drums, right?" She's obviously not listening. "Detective Bowie! ... Detective Bowie!" I'm going to get nowhere like this. I pull off her headphones finally. "Detective Bowie!" She groans and rests her head on her desk, using her arms as cushion.

"Why do you insist on annoying me? Go away!" She shouts. She must still be upset about yesterday.

"I wanted to ask if you're ok." I say.

"You don't give a shit so why ask?" She snaps, turning and looking into my eyes. I'm taken back. It's clear in her eyes that she does not like me.

"I'm sorry for my behavior, Detective." I apologize. I wish I would've known how upset I had made her last night.

"You can't feel sorry." She spits and squints her eyes angrily at me. I have to look away from her, her stare feeling so menacing and hateful. I walk back to my desk and sit silently. I've really upset her somehow. I hear a sigh from behind me and I stand up and grab Anderson's arm.

"What the fuck?" He snaps.

"Detective Bowie seems to be very tense. You've known her longer, do you know any way to change that?" I ask.

"She doesn't just magically change her mood in the snap of a finger, Connor. You really hurt her last night, even if she was being irrational." He tells me.

"I didn't mean to."

"I know, and I'm sure she knows that, but she cares about you. It's rare that she actually cares about anything. How about we pretend to work a case and go do something?" He suggests.

"That may help." I agree, looking over at her again.

"Emily!" Anderson calls and walks up to her.

"Yes?" She quickly turns and faces him, a smile on her face.

"Get your shit together. We've got a place to visit." Hank orders her.

"Yeah? Where?" She asks. She's so positive with him.

"You'll see." Anderson says.

"Damn, tease." She mutters playfully.

"Bite me." Anderson plays back.

"Only on Fridays." She giggles out. I can't help the small smile that creeps on my face from seeing her happy. I definately prefer her smile over anything in the world. I like seeing her happy.

...

Another ball is pitched from the machine and I swing in perfect timing. The ball flies out the the 'homerun' area. I've already hit 17 homeruns, I'm unsure what the purpose of doing this is, but Anderson insisted that I go in the batting cages.

"This isn't fun anymore!" I hear Bowie exclaim.

"What? Why?" Anderson asks.

"Connor hasn't missed a single one!" She points out.