Gavin reed - Connor RK800 X reader

8

"Just to clarify Mr. Mills, you reset the Tracis every two hours? Is there a program in them that does that automatically or do you see to it personally?" you asked. You and Gavin had got a call in about a murder and suspected deviant at the local Eden's Club. Gavin was already inside one of the rooms while you questioned the club's owner, Floyd Mills.

"We used to have a machine that would manually reset their memories, but now CyberLife provides a program already installed with purchase. I tell ya, it comes in handy, not having to do everything yourself," explained Floyd. "Hey, this isn't gonna come out in the news or anything right? Having clients killed by the merchandise is bad for business."

"We're not the press, Mr. Mills," you said with a raised eyebrow. "Though, I would expect a hoard of them tomorrow morning." As you jotted down a couple more notes into your notepad, you noticed two people enter the club.

"Well, well, looks like the Wonder Twins beat us to it," drawled Hank with Connor in tow.

"You know how he gets when it comes to android cases," you nodded toward the closed crime scene. "He's actually in a somewhat decent mood today. Try not to piss him off, for my sake?"

"No promises," said Hank as he walked into the room.

"Hey Connor, how are you?" you smiled. Connor tilted his head as his LED spun.

"I'm doing well, Detective. How are you-"

"Hey, I know you guys have a job to do and all, but you have any idea when you're gonna be finished? I have customers and frankly, the yellow tape out front is scaring them away," interrupted Floyd. You turned toward him and gave him a look.

"Sir, there has been a murder in your establishment. The less information we know, the less time we'll have to solve this case. I doubt you want us here any longer than necessary, so please, let us do our job?" Floyd grumbled as he took out his phone and began typing on it furiously.

"I should investigate the crime scene. It was nice seeing you again, Detective," said Connor, giving you a polite smile.

"Same! Hey, give me a call when you're done here. There's something I need to talk to you about." The android nodded as you waved him on and turned back toward Floyd only to find him checking you out.

"Ya know, CyberLife's about to come out with a new feature for the Traci model. They supposedly can copy any face onto them for a short period of time. Yours wouldn't look too bad on one of the newer models," Floyd gestured to one of the Tracis behind the glass container.

"Gee, thanks," you scowled.

"What about that android that was just here? He's a little soft in the face, but I know there's a market for a type like that. You certainly seemed to light up like a kid on Christmas when you saw him."

"He's a prototype for the DPD, it's not in his program to perform tasks like a Traci," you countered. "Besides, I'm pretty sure they didn't equip him with...you know...genitals."

"So you have considered fucking him?" asked Floyd with a sly grin.

"You still questioning this guy? Let the booze-head and bot take over, we're done here," barked Gavin as he came out of the room. You were thankful for the interruption as your partner walked past you and headed out the entrance.

"If you have any more information, let the officers inside know," you said as you put your notes in your pocket. You exited into the pouring rain, and saw Gavin already inside his car.

"Thanks for waiting," you sighed as you got into the warm vehicle.

"What took you so long questioning that scumbag?" asked Gavin as he pulled out onto the street.