Gavin x RK900 (ONESHOTS)

"Are you okay?"

Conan frowned as he glanced over towards Detective Reed's unoccupied desk, it wasn't like him to not show up to work. His LED flashed as he attempted to call Gavin's phone but it just went straight to voicemail.

"Hank?" He called over to the elder human, gaining his attention, "Do you know why Detective Reed has failed to show up to work this morning?" he asked. Hank shrugged, saying something along the lines of "fuck knows" as he had no clue either. This made Conan frown more. He stood up and decided to go and find the detective himself, grabbing his Cyberlife jacket that was hung on the back of his chair and put it on before heading out of the precinct and to Gavin's address.

He arrived after a thirty minute walk and headed up the elevator to the seventh floor, walking down the corridor to Gavin's apartment. He knocked three times and waited patiently for a few minutes. No answer. He walked over to the window and peered in, the curtains were drawn but there was a small gap in them. Inside the lights were off except for a slight glow from down a hall. Conan enhanced his vision to be able to see more clearly into the dark room. The kitchen and living room were very messy, cats sleeping all around the room except for one that was eating out of its bowl in the kitchen. He counted seven cats in total.

Knocking on the door once again, Conan turned his hearing up to listen out for any noises. He could've sworn he heard sobbing coming from further in the apartment. Since the apartment had an electronic lock on the door, Conan easily hacked it and unlocked it, opening up the door. Once he'd stepped inside, all of the cats had woken up and surrounded Conan, curious about this stranger. Conan had no idea what to do since he'd never interacted with cats before, so he just stepped over them and headed towards the sobbing, which was now louder and clearer.

"Gavin?" he called out and the sobbing stopped for a brief second, a few sniffles still audible though. Conan continued to make his way down to the hall the light was coming from. When he turned the corner he saw the light coming from underneath what he could only assume was the bedroom. He walked up to the door and knocked lightly.

"Gavin, I know you're in there. Why didn't you show up at work?" Conan said just getting straight to the point. Conan frowned when he got no answer, so he turned the handle of the door only to find it locked.

"...fuck off," Gavin mumbled quietly, Conan barely able to hear it. This concerned Conan a little, which was a lot considering he couldn't really feel emotions.

"Gavin, let me in," Conan said in a slightly demanding voice. No answer yet again. Conan let out a simulated sigh before stepping back slightly, raising his foot, and kicking the door with enough force to take it off its hinges.

Gavin yelped as the door came crashing down to the floor, scaring the cats that had came to see what was going on.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Gavin yelled as he was trying to wipe his eyes, sat cross legged in the middle of his bed. Conan ignored his yelling and stepped into the room, observing the disheveled male. Gavin looked like shit, to put it lightly. His hair was a rats nest, his eyes were red and puffy, he was still in his pajamas which were slightly soaked with sweat and he was shaking quite badly.

"It's been two hours since your shift started at 8am and you failed to show up. I attempted to call you but it went straight to voicemail. I was curious to know why you didn't turn up to work, or even answer the door when I knocked," Conan explained in his usual monotone voice.

"I-It's none of your fucking business, now get the fuck out of my apartment, stupid fucking plastic prick!" Gavin yelled, glaring at Conan with his still tear-filled eyes, wiping them again.

"I require a reason before I leave-" Conan was cut off by Gavin picking up the gun that was next to him and aiming it at him.

"I said get the fuck out," Gavin growled dangerously, his hands were shaking slightly but Conan knew that Gavin still had good aim even with a shaky hand.

"I'm going to request that you lower the gun, Detective," Conan asked, his hands raised slightly, he had to diffuse this situation. Fast.

"Like hell I am, get out!" Gavin was still yelling, frustration clear on his face.

"Why was that gun even next to you?" Conan asked, "Are you okay, Gavin?" It seemed that question shocked Gavin, as if no one had asked him if he was okay in a long time. It bought Conan enough time to step forwards and take the gun from Gavin's hand, unloading the mag and tossing it away so that the gun wouldn't be able to fire.

Gavin slumped over defeatedly,  no longer looking at Conan. Conan sat down on the bed next to Gavin.

"Gavin, what was the gun doing next to you?" Conan asked again, honestly concerned now. Gavin didn't say anything, he didn't even look at him. Conan reached a hand over and gently placed it on Gavin's shoulder, feeling the smaller man flinch under his touch.

"...You wouldn't understand. You're just a fucking robot, you don't even know what emotions are..." Gavin mumbled, wiping his eyes once again as they refilled with tears. Conan frowned slightly.

"I would understand more than you know. Even if it were impossible for me to feel emotions you can still talk to me," Conan said to try and reassure him. Gavin just shook his head, not wanting to listen to him.

"Gavin please, I'm worried about you-"

"No you fucking aren't. Don't lie to me," Gavin hissed.

"Why do you refuse to believe that people care about you? I saw it earlier as well, you looked so shocked when I asked if you were okay. Did something happen in your past to make you believe that?" Conan asked, earning a harsh glare from Gavin.

"Shut up," he grumbled.

"That's it, isn't it? Something happened to you in the past to make you think people don't care," Conan had hit the nail on the head with that one. Gavin raised a fist to punch Conan but Conan was quick to catch his hand before it made contact.

"Shut up! shut up! shut up!" Gavin yelled, trying to hit Conan with his other hand but Conan caught it yet again. Gavin tried to free his hands from Conan's iron grip but trying to fight against an android was useless. He gave up and slumped down, sniffling miserably.

Conan let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around Gavin, pulling him into a hug. Being a detective android he was also programmed to console witnesses and victims, he knew how to comfort someone in distress.

Gavin tensed up, not used to any sort of contact, let alone positive contact. Conan's body was surprisingly warm, not at all what Gavin's would've expected considering metal wasn't usually warm. Gavin couldn't hold back his emotions and sobbed quietly into Conan's chest, clinging to him tightly, overwhelmed by Conan's patience and care.

Conan was honestly expecting Gavin to just push him off and yell at him again, he wasn't expecting Gavin to just give in and accept the comfort. That was definitely a red flag.

"Gavin... please talk to me," Conan said softly, gently rubbing the sobbing man's back. Gavin just shook his head still refusing to. Conan sighed and just left it now, just trying to get Gavin to calm down, which was easier said than done. Gavin continued to cry for the next thirty minutes before finally calming down. He pulled away from Conan's embrace and wiped the remaining tears in his eyes away.

"Are you okay now?" Conan asked softly, Gavin let out a quiet laugh.

"Nowhere fucking near, but I suppose I'm not crying anymore at least," he mumbled. Conan nodded and got up, straightening his jacket.

"I can see that you're not well emotionally right now, I'll inform Fowler that you will not be coming in to work today," Conan said, back to his monotone voice. Gavin just nodded, trying to straighten up his messy hair, "... I can stay if you would like."

"What?" Gavin asked, taken aback.

"I can stay here if that would make you feel better. Plus I would like to make sure you're not intending on using your gun for purposes other than police work and threatening me," Conan explained. Gavin rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine. You can leave now," Gavin mumbled, getting up and going over to his wardrobe and browsing through his clothes. Conan nodded and turned to leave.

"Thanks though..." Gavin mumbled quietly, but Conan still heard him.

"You're very welcome, Detective," Conan said with a smile before leaving the apartment to head back to the precinct.