Gavin reed - Connor RK800 X reader

3

You grumbled at the sound of your alarm as you swiped it to 'off' on your phone. The white numbers read 6:00am and you cursed yourself for volunteering to come in to work a few extra hours.

Think of the money, you reminded yourself. The house you were living in was a one-bedroom, one-bath, with a moderate sized living room and small kitchen located about fifteen miles away from the station. The area wasn't the greatest, but you were learning to call it home. It was affordable with your salary, but a little added income wouldn't hurt.

After showering, you put on a pair of dark blue jeans along with a white, long-sleeved shirt and your favorite military jacket with leather sleeves. You quickly ate a bowl of cereal and slipped on a pair of black boots, hoping to beat the morning traffic.

Twenty minutes later, you pulled into the parking garage and jogged into the building. Waving hello and saying a few good mornings to your co-workers, you sat at your desk and cracked your knuckles in anticipation. The faster you got this done, the faster you would be able to go home and enjoy the rest of your weekend.

A couple hours passed and you had managed to finish almost everything. Evidence from the Lockwood case was stored away downstairs along with a copy of the finalized report. The only thing left was for you and Gavin to sign it. You took a look at your phone and saw the text messages you sent to him were unread. Even after calling him three times, there was still no response. You scowled in frustration at your partner's behavior, wishing you could work with someone else instead.

As you signed your initials on the tablet along with your thumbprint, a voice called out your name from behind you. You spun around in your chair as Connor walked up to your desk.

"Good morning Detective. How are you doing today? I thought you had the weekend off," he said. You gave a wide smile at the android. Maybe coming into work on a Saturday wasn't so bad after all.

"I'm doing okay, just came in to tie up some loose ends. I should be out of here in no time. How about you? Waiting for Hank again?" You hadn't been working in Detroit for long, but were starting to notice the lieutenant's behavior: showing up late to work (or not at all), and the faint smell of alcohol that clung to his clothes. Tina had informed you that his son had been killed in a car accident at a really young age and Hank had never gotten over it. You couldn't help but feel sorry for him but refused to bring it up. Although he had a grumpy side, he was always pleasant to you and never gave you any reason to dislike him.

"Yes, this is the third time he has shown up late to work. I called his cell phone, but he won't answer. I believe he is ignoring me," he replied.

"Don't take it personally, no one likes getting up early on a Saturday morning," you chuckled. "He'll show up sooner or later." You turned back toward your desk, but Connor stayed standing.

"Detective, may I ask you a question?" asked Connor.

"Um, okay. What's up?" He stood silent for a moment as his LED spun in a yellow circle.

"How do you get someone to like you?" he asked with the tilt of his head. Your heart rate picked up at his action.

"Uh, well...being nice always helps. You really can't go wrong with gifts either, maybe some flowers or taking them out to dinner? It's a little old-fashioned, but it can work sometimes," you breathed, hoping he wouldn't notice the nervousness in your voice.

"According to my research, those are the methods of someone who is in search of a romantic partner. I was thinking of a more friendlier approach, how one would act with their co-workers or friends," explained Connor. You mentally kicked yourself for thinking he would ask such a thing. He was an android after all; they weren't made to feel such intense emotions.