Stuck With You: A Gavin x RK900 Fanfiction

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Author note:

Ironically enough I spilt flaming hot coffee on myself while writing the coffee scene so just thought that was ironic ok enjoy

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The cold blue-black-ish air full of sorrows filled the room as people in stiff coats rummaged through drawers. The silence was thick enough, the only sound that could be heard was the doors closing and being opened. The sound of clicking shoes filled the room as people walked back and forth.

Click

Gavin clicked his pen

Click

He held his breath

Click

RK900 stares out the window. It was raining, of course. Classic Detroit. The raindrops falling slowly filled the window as little droplets remained. The water seemed to gush from the sky as gashing bangs of thunder loudly hit the ground. The snow that once was layed softly on the ground had turned to mush and the olive green and brown thick dry grass that covered the surface has been soaked.

What a shame, RK900 clasped his hands behind his back

Click

Click

CLICK

"Tin can, can you get your fucking ass over here?"

RK900s shoes matched the other clicking rhythm as he walked over from the window to Gavin. He appeared to be frustratingly staring at a paper on his desk, clicking his pen back and forth. He of course has his Coffee on his desk, which he would usually purposely spill to give RK900 more work. He was an asshole.

"Yes, Detective Re-"

"Save it, Tin can," Gavin throws his pen across the desk, it gliding perfectly into the left corner, "We've got a case"

"What are those papers?" RK900 reaches to take them, Gavin toughly grabbing his hand and throwing it back at him.

"None of your fucking business!"

"Yes, Detective Reed"

Gavin mutters something under his breath.

"I'm sorry, Detective. I didn't quite hear y-"

"I said can you fuck off?." Gavin snarls at him.

Gavin proceeds to take his coffee in one hand and drop it on to the floor. He gives RK900 a smirk.

"There. Now you can stop bugging me"

RK900 stares at the spilt coffee on the ground.

"The fuck you waiting for? Hurry it up, asshole"

RK900 picks up the coffee that was split on the ground and throws it away in the trash can next to Gavins desk. He walks to the back, adjusting his collar. Nines walks over to the coffee maker, turning it on. The water had already been brewed to the perfectly efficient temperature. He takes the bits of coffee he had previously grounded into small sand like pieces and adds them to the water. He picks up the sliver spoon next to him and swirls it in the mixture. Did Detective Reed like it with cream or sugar? Fuck. He couldn't remember. If he fucked this up, he would have to make it again until he got it right. He poured maybe a tablespoon of cream in, so it was not too dark or too light. It turned a shade lighter. He placed the lid on and walked cautiously with it clasped in his hands over to Detective Reed.

"Detective Reed?"

Gavin looks up from his desk and raises an eyebrow.

"Here you go, D-"

"Yeah yeah, save the small talk"

Gavin takes the cup of coffee, takes a sip, and stares at RK900 suspiciously.

"I've got to admit, Tin can," Gavin glances at the coffee then back at him, "you make a pretty good cup."

RK900 smiles and gives him a small wink, "Well, that's what I'm here for, Detective Reed"

"Did you just fucking wink at me?" Gavin appears to turn red in the face.

"Yes, Detective Reed. It won't happen again."

Gavins eyes shift from menacing to soft and kind for a millisecond before shaking his head, regaining his rude nature. He stands up and pushes in his desk chair.

"The fuck you waiting for, Tin can?" Gavin walks towards the elevator as RK900 follows not far behind him.

Gavin had seemed kind for a second. He turned red and his eyes softened. Nines had never seen him like that before.

Nines re-adjusts his collar again and steps into the elevator next to Gavin.

To be continued.......