Dechart: Become Connor

Emily 2

"Of fucking course!" Lieutenant Anderson spits, walking out of the captain's office. I look up to see a familiar Android following him soon after. They pass by my desk, the heavy stench of alcohol following the lieutenant like the spirit of his nightmares. Poor guy, Anderson hates those things, more than anyone I've ever met. Why is this one following him? I watch closely as the thing sits at the desk across from him and tries to spark up conversation.

"You have a dog, right?" I hear it ask. I can't make out what he says, but he sounds confused. "The dog hairs on your chair. I like dogs, what's your dogs name?"

"What's it to you?" Anderson spits, hesitating before answering.

"Sumo. I call him Sumo." I've become so invested in the conversation that I don't hear someone sneak up to me.

"Hey Emily." I jump and quickly face detective Reed.

"Don't do that!" I scold, punching his shoulder and making him laugh.

"Shouldn't you be working?" He asks me.

"I am working!"

"No, you're snooping in their convo." He corrects.

"Whatever. What do you want?" I ask him.

"Just an afternoon coffee? With you?" He asks slyly. I look over at Anderson, seeing he has the Android pinned against the walls.

"Maybe another time." I brush off.

"What, you got a thing for that hunk of metal?" He asks.

"Definitely. I love fucking plastic." I sarcastically reply, topping it off with an eye roll. I get up and walk over to the pair in combat and clear my throat. "Excuse me, lieutenant, is there an issue?" I sarcastically ask. I hear him sigh to himself before releasing the android and facing me. He fakes a smile.

"Of course not, detective Bowie." I give him a look, as if to say 'please just behave' and smile warmly at him. The Android quickly moves by his side to greet me.

"Hello detective. My name is Connor. I'm the Android sent by Cyberlife." It states.

"Great. We needed a maid. Go make me a coffee in the break room." I order. It awkwardly processes the command, that obviously not being it's job, but it goes anyway. Once it's gone I turn to Hank. "What's going on? You've got yourself a tumor?" I ask hushedly.

"I wish I had a fucking tumor. At least then I could get away from that thing." He sighs.

"That's what I was referring to. Why do you have an android? I thought you hated those things, unless you've softened up." I tease.

"Hah, no. I hate my life, but not that much. The asshole in charge assigned Android cases to me, gifting me with this piece of shit." He answers, motioning to it as it comes back. It tries to hand me the cup, making me give it a look before turning away.

"Do you want a human partner? One that knows what they're doing?" I offer.

"I'd rather you just take this shit off my hands all together." He grumbles. "But I guess if you want to tag along, you can."

"Anything to get away from Gavin." I sigh out.

"He still bothering you? You would think he'd get the hint by now." He scoffs. The Android, Connor, is still holding out the coffee, expecting me to take it eventually. Another officer pops out of nowhere, Chris I believe, and I walk into the boss's office.

"Its cool if I join Hank on the deviant cases, right?" Captain Fowler peeks up at me and sighs.

"If you must. As long as he stops his bitching." I smile in relief and thank him before rushing back to the two.