Does it Eden Matter? || Reed900

Does it Eden Matter?

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"Detective Reed, they want us at Club Eden on East 8 Mile Road, there was property damage believed to be affiliated with drugs."

Gavin, with his head against the desk groaned groggily before looking up to the android beside him. The blank faced machine met his glance, his arms behind his back as he waited for the other to work out his tired frame. It was currently 11:07 p.m. eastern standard time and two had just gotten back from an uneventful 4 hour investigation of a suspicious death and were in the middle of filing the evidence. To put it simply, he understood why his partner was feeling sluggish. RK-900 had to deal with this particular idiot's antics for the past 27 days and 23 hours and 53 minutes, and while most of the time he was by him he was being insulted in some way, he knew well that when the detective got tired, he got more docile. Which is the exact reason he was not rushing the man as he slowly ended his description of the evidence he was working on and got up from his chair. Blue eyes drifted with the other's form as the gruff looking man picked up his brown hoodie and put it on, noting his pinched eyebrows as though he was in thought.

   Shuffling out his phone, the man pinched his brow before stuffing back into his pocket and giving the other a final look in a silent gesture of, "I'm ready, how about you?". To which the android curtly nodded before striding past the other heading out the door, Gavin following behind at a more listless speed.

Sliding into the car, the two drove off the property, not exchanging a word as they drove.

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   When they stepped on site, Gavin seemed to freeze, his tired eyes widening as he regarded the building as they stood at the entrance as though something popped into his mind. Yet he quickly turned his attention to the other officers, lifting his shoulders as he spoke to them. They explained, in their own tired breath, that the perpetrator, Harlan Dockery, had began to use the WR-400 and the android detected drugs, which is not allowed in the shop, and notified staff. Dockery then held the Traci hostage before shooting her in the head and fleeing the scene.

While being told this, RK-900 was already observing the dancing machines, noting the small glances Gavin had given them, then given him and the back to the officers. Something tugged at his wires when Gavin's eyes fell on the other androids, how there was a familiarity in his exhausted green eyes and Conan disliked it. Disliked the feeling of seeing the Traci's reciprocate his partner's attention. So when they were directed to the room, he dismissed them, the other brunet already observing the sheets of the bed. The assistant stepped around the bed, analyzing the build of the dead appliance laying on the tile floor, a thirium puddle sticking to strands of brunette hair.

"Detective Reed, I don't mean to intrude on your personal life," He begun delicately, watching his colleague's body language as he continued, "but do you frequent Eden clubs?"

"The fuck?" Gavin stared up at the taller man, face scrunching up, yet failing to hide his tell-tale exasperated sigh.

He was lying to him about this?

"No need to be dishonest, detective."

"Does it even matter?"

"Yes." Conan gritted out, stepping over to where the man was kneeling, bending over and blocking the light on the defensive look on his face. Avoiding contact, the bearded man leaned back, an anxious twitch now vibrating his hands.

"Don't come to these places anymore."

"Make me."

And so he did.

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Yup! We're stopping there! You can imagine for yourself what happened afterwards, haha! Hope you liked the read, and sorry for the pun in the title, but I couldn't help myself. A shorter one this time, but I'm writing this before I'm going to bed, so I'm beat!