Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Schrödinger's Cat

November 9th, 2038
PM 01:39:06

Hearing what Allen had to say didn't make you feel any more confident about the trained FBI investigator on your heels.  If anything, it made you want to run.

To run far away like your lawyer had told you and never look back.  Maybe Canada, where androids weren't even a thing.  International policies to keep you safe.  Wouldn't that be nice?

Out of sight, out of mind.

Not being able to just quit had always been one of your character flaws.  More useful than not, unless involved in a country-wide conspiracy with the world's largest enterprise.

Whatever.

You were done thinking about it.  Done thinking about anything other than the task at hand, really.  Even that was a struggle.

You thought you'd learned your lesson the first time you slept with someone you worked with.  Granted, that'd been with your husband...at the company you helped build with him...but still.  Connor didn't distract you any less.

He was in his zone.  Returned to his machine state as he lost himself in his element, skipping from one evidence marker to the next and grabbing a CSI member to drop a new one if he found something they'd missed.  The fact that he didn't seem distracted bothered you.

And that was petty.

You couldn't escape him.  Even in your data pad, his model and serial number would spring up where he'd do his job better than his human counterparts.

You didn't know how Chris did it...just, walked around with this stupid fucking tablet; letting everyone else do the work while he delegated.  It was boring.

There was a certain ambience to a crime scene; the thrill of the unknown as a collective team chased ghosts.  It was energetic, even when it wasn't.  Being forced to stand around and swipe at a screen for hours was the exception to that.

To be perfectly honest, you weren't even sure what everyone was looking for.  You'd seen the androids in person and provided statements as to what models they were.  The message had been shot from a specific angle downstairs, and no one had actually died.  All this investigation was being orchestrated for was a collection of evidence to be presented in court.

You, however, knew what you were looking for.  Or who.

The android that had been stashed somewhere, and was injured.  Probably armed.

You pulled the vent's cover off, checking behind it as you clicked on the flashlight hovering over your shoulder.  You pointed it at all corners, looking for any sign of Thirium.  There was nothing.

"What are you doing?"

Getting tired of people sneaking up on you.  It wasn't Chris this time, though.

You wished it was.

"Nothing."

"You don't ever do anything without a reason..."

You snaked your neck to the right, just catching his figure in your peripherals.  You sighed, clicked your flashlight off, and stood.

"...Which is why I'd like to know the reasoning behind putting yourself in danger.  Again."

Connor was hugging himself, cold and furious.

A knot of regret tied itself around the stakes in your gut labeled shame and failure.