{Broken Children} Child!Connor and Cannon!Hank AU

Chapter 3

I forgot how it felt to smile like that. I'm smiling. He's smiling. It feels like no one else is there. Except they are. I break away from his face and turn to see every single person watching us again. I look back to the bo-, Connor, and he lets out a small yawn. I should take him somewhere to sleep. Not at the station, the only place he could sleep is in a cell. I don't think any of the other officers on this case have had experience with children. That leaves one option: taking him home. He can sleep in Cole's room. I frown at the thought of him. I push the saddening thoughts away and pick Connor up. I begin to walk to the door, death glaring anyone who tries to stop me. It miraculously works for all but one of them. 

"Where are you taking that?" Reed asks me in a bitchy tone.

"None of your fucking business, Reed," I make my tone as nasty as possible, completely forgetting about censoring myself in front of Connor. I continue walking, ignoring his shit-eating grin. The door is cracked open and I wedge my toe in it, swing it open, walk out, and then slam it with a kick of my foot. I gaze upon twice the amount of officials outside than in. I pretend to not care as I carry a blood-covered boy across the walkway. 

"Anderson!" goddamnit, "Who the hell is that?" Fowler comes up to me and points straight at Connor. 

"Shut up, Jeffery," my voice came out weak. Fuck. Come on, get it together.

"Don't you dare speak to your superiors like that-," his voice fades as I sidestep him and continue down the sidewalk.

"See you at the station, Jeffery," I call over my shoulder. I hear him huff and walk in the opposite direction. I smile despite myself. I ignore everyone and everything as I approach my car. Once we get to the side of it, I set Connor down on the sidewalk. I open the back door and help him in. I buckle his seatbelt and close the door. I'm about to walk up to the driver's door when someone coughed. 

"Anderson?" I recognize her voice immediately. It's uncertain, yet careful. 

"Hey, Chen," I greet her casually. I don't turn to look at her, though. 

"Are you...gonna be okay?" she's one of the only one of my coworkers that know what really happened with Cole. 

Instead of answering her question directly, I ask, "Did Fowler send you?" my voice is grimmer than I intend.

"What? No!" she says too quickly. I let out a sarcastic noise of agreement, "I just...wanted to know where you're taking him."

"You mean Fowler wants to know," I correct. She ignores me that time so I answer her question, "Home. Nowhere else to bring him,"  I get in the car and slam the door, officially ending the conversation. 

AN

Hey guys. I haven't updated because I'm grounded. *Sarcastic yay* So my life's basically hell right now lol. Have this short chapter while my parents are gone.