Eyes In The Light Of A LED || Connor x Reader || (work in progress)

Chapter 4 - On The Run

Connor's P.O.V.

I followed Hank to Captain Fowler's office. Hank had given me a good speech about "empathy". Apparently it was some kind of emotion, along with "guilt". I didn't quite understand, but he said something on the lines of: "So, you're worried what happened to (Y/N)? That, Connor, is called empathy. A human emotion, that people feel when they put themselves in their shoes. Now, you feel guilty about what you did. Another human emotion. You regret what you did, don't you?"

I still didn't quite understand, but we were already in the office, so it was no help anymore. I guess... I felt guilty about it. But I was no deviant! I-
Hank started speaking, and it woke me up from my thoughts.

"Hey there Jeffrey" Hank started, but the captain kept his eyes on the screen.
"What is it, Hank?" Jeffrey said without paying any attention.

"The kid we arrested. (Y/N) (L/N)." Hank continued and sat down. "I think it'd be better if we took her over at my place." He continued.

"No way that's happening, Hank. What makes you think that?!" Jeffrey snapped.

"Connor, tell him." Hank said.

"I have noticed a multiple times now, that Gavin has been bothering (Y/N). Her stress level is constantly over 20%, and I have noticed unnecessary behaviour from her. If you would like to go see some more proof, have a second and see her cell." I went on as Hank laid back.

"I'm sorry, but that is impossible." Jeffrey Fowler went on.

The argument continued on and on for a long, good while.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

Okay. Everything had been a confusing mess, and my headache wouldn't go away. I could barely see in front of me through the pain. I glared at the window where I had wrote "fuck off" in the memory of Gavin. That brat deserved it, though.

I needed to get out. I wanted to escape from the department, and to get myself some help with my face. It wasn't looking so good.

I swiped the blood on my jacket, but it ended up looking like I killed someone. Wonderful.

I started looking around. I found that the corner of the bed would be hard enough to break the handcuffs. I was going to leave that day. I hit my hands to the corner over and over again.

Time Skip

Connor's P.O.V.

The argument ended to Hank's loss. It was an unsuccessful attempt, but we were so close in succeeding. Too bad it didn't work. Mission failed, I assume.

I just stood out after Hank, as I said: "I hope you still think about it, Captain." Before he shut the door at me.

"It was a good try, Lieutenant." I tried to comfort Hank.

"Not big of a deal, Connor. I knew it wouldn't work, but it was a good try. Maybe he'll warm to it." Hank said and walked over at his desk.

Hank ⇡︎

We continued working on the computers from there on.