Detroit: Staying Human || A "Detroit: Become Human" Fanfiction

Chapter 3: Crossing Paths

  Connor relaxed on the couch in the living room, Sumo's heavy head resting on his knees, as he ran his fingers through the lazy dog's fur. Dogs and the humans' decision to make them their companions were the only things that made sense to him. Sumo kept him company during the hours Hank was busy at the station.

  All the android-deviant drama had settled down tremendously in the last few weeks and the police department was finally settling back into their previous daily grind. Hank complained every day after work that he was going to claw his eyes out if he had to write one more word on another report.

  Considering the chaos and scrutiny left in the revolution's wake, Connor did not return to the station with Hank, despite his multiple attempts. He would find another way to fill his hours until they both felt it was finally the right time.

  Connor didn't mind it much in the beginning, but as the weeks crawled by, he found himself questioning himself and his purpose in life. He was designed to aid in investigations and the criminal justice system. It was all he truly knew. Without something to analyze and construct, he felt utterly lost.

  Connor looked up from Sumo's down-trodden eyes when Hank changed the channel for the fifth time in the last 10 minutes. There was always something wrong with each program, yet Hank still continued to search for a diamond in the rough.

  "We need hobbies, Connor, because there ain't shit on TV nowadays," Hank commented and let out a deep breath, his chin resting on his fist.

  "I thought you enjoyed 'lazy Sundays', Hank?"

  "I did when I was stuck behind a desk. Now I would kill to be called into something."

  Connor peered through the window and studied the black Honda across the street. Hank hadn't mentioned his prodigal neighbor or Gavin since he first discovered their reappearance about two days ago. He purposely avoided the windows, as well.

  Connor slowly looked back at Hank and cocked his head to the right, "We could always investigate your neighbor. It's been two days since you realized she was here. We could ask her about her relationship to Gavin Reed."

  Hank's head snapped over to glare at Connor, his nose wrinkling in disgust. "That little shithead was over there?!"

  Connor gulped. "I analyzed the second vehicle and discovered it belonged to Gavin. I assumed you knew who it was."

  Hank's lips pursed into a tight line and he clenched his jaw as he absorbed this new information. "I'm gonna kill her...No, I'll kill him for getting to her!"

  Connor didn't understand. He thought Hank was upset because he already knew Gavin was over at the neighbor's home. Why else would he be so perturbed at his neighbor's return?

  "Lieutenant?"

  Hank rubbed his chin as he glared at the TV screen. "I told you: Valentine's Day is the worst goddamn holiday!" He growled under his breath.

  Connor didn't get the chance to interrogate Hank any further when a light knocking at the door interrupted their heated silence.

  Hank jumped up from the couch, Sumo trailing behind him with a casual bark.

  Connor decided to stay where he was for the time being. Instead, he decided to wait and listen unless Hank told him otherwise.

  Hank pulled the door open with a soft squeak and greeted his visitor. "Jackson? What're you doing over here?"

  Connor ran through every name that he or Hank had ever mentioned or encountered, but this Jackson never appeared. He must have something to do with the mysterious, unnamed neighbor.