I Hate You, I Love You (Reed900)

Chapter Two

"Come on plastic asshole, we got a case to take care of." He said in a not-so-happy tone as he grabbed his coat and put it on himself.

The GV900 had seated itself on Nines's desk by the time he moved to go. It sighed softly and climbed off of his desk. "Alright Mr. Perfect, lead the way..." it said to him with its arms stuffed into its pockets once again.

Nines rolled his eyes and made his way to the entrance of the department. The android followed him, keeping up with his fast pace. He shoved the doors open and went to his car, opening the driver's side door once he got close.

He saw the weird look on GV900's face when it saw the old vehicle that seemed nearly 100 years old. "What? She's a classic," he said to him in a cold tone as he patted the front of the old black Ford Thunderbird.

"It's over 30 years old, how is it still intact, detective?" GV900 asked him as it cautiously got into the vehicle. All it wanted to make sure of was that the car wasn't going to suddenly collapse underneath the two of them.

Nines didn't respond to its question and just started the engine, sighing softly as he relaxed in the seat. He switched gears and pulled out of the parking lot to go to the crime scene.

The radio was softly playing old heavy metal music as they drove down the road. The android stared at the radio for a long moment before looking up at Nines.

"You listen to this? You know...I thought you'd be a symphony kind of person...with that stick so far up your ass..." GV900 mumbled the last part to Nines quiet enough that he didn't hear what the android had said.

"My brother listens to this heavy metal garbage..." Nines responded, shutting the radio off and leaving the two of them in complete silence.

The silence was suddenly interrupted by Nines' phone ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and sighed heavily, answering. "What Connor?"

"Hey, Nines, where are you? Hank and I are at the scene and you haven't shown up...wasn't the case assigned like ten minutes ago? Normally you'd hop onto cases like this one and have it done within a week or two..." Connor stated, clearly not aware that his brother had received an android himself.

"Sorry, I'm on my way...Stern just had to...give me something..." Nines grumbled in response as he drove down the road towards the location. His eyes watched GV900 closely to make sure he didn't touch anything or screw anything up.

Connor sighed a bit and nodded. "Fine...just hurry. We need this case done and now." He said before hanging up immediately.

Nines grumbled to himself as he put his phone into the cupholder. His grip tightening around the wheel as he grew stressed. The piece of plastic had realized his stress level went from zero to 99 like nothing.

"Detective, your stress levels are higher than any usual persons should be..." it told him, reaching over and grabbing one of Nines' hands and taking it. It did some weird hand yoga with it before giving it back. Surprisingly, Nines felt partially less stressed. He looked over at the android.

"What did you do, toaster?" He asked him as he placed his hand on the wheel again.

"You had a pinched nerve and noticed that the majority of your stress was the discomfort you were receiving from it..." The android responded. "Also you need to take your mind off of being pushed around, that's where another bit of it is coming from" it said, speaking its mind.

Nines rolled his eyes. "Being pushed around doesn't bother me in the slightest...doesn't cause me any stress either..." he said to the bot. He felt the android start to get on his nerves.