THE CHASE - Connor x OC (I Am Sequel)

Chapter 7

I carried Nick into the apartment. Connor was sitting on the couch and jumped up. "What happened?"

"We had to take Nick to the hospital," I explained.

"It was nothing serious," Nick slurred.

"Shh...shh..." I whispered to him. "Help me lay him down."

Connor took up Nick's other shoulder as we carried him to our guest bedroom. Blueberry looked up from her dog bed in our room and stared at us.

We laid Nick down, and he automatically crawled under the sheets. "I'm so cold," he whispered. I set up a glass of water for him in the morning.

"Can you watch him?" I asked Connor as I left out of the guest room.

"Sure...where are you heading?" Connor asked.

"The precinct. I've got a murderer who needs to be processed," I explained. Connor nodded and looked to Nick.

"Are you going to tell me what exactly happened to him?" Connor asked.

"This guy...he tried to drug him. One of the rookie's got him out before anything happened though."

"Nick is going to kill you," Connor sighed.

"What? Why?" I asked.

Connor shook his head. "I don't want to tell you and be wrong."

"Fine. I'm heading out," I said heading towards the door.

"Hey! Change when you get to the precinct!" Connor called. I looked down at my outfit, which was fairly scanty. I shrugged and headed down the elevator. I climbed in our car and sped towards the precinct.

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Gavin was pacing outside of the interview room. I have to give him some credit for being a good husband. I'm sure he just stayed up here to see if we were successful and to meet with Nick. I have to revoke that credit though as well because he didn't come up to the hospital when we had to have them check Nick out. 

"Where's my perp?" I asked him.

"Good. You're here. The Feds are here," Gavin said.

"What?" I asked almost running towards him.

"He said his name is Agent Ethan Brant," Gavin responded. "He was from the Behavioral Analysis Unit."

"Fuck," I mumbled as I broke open the door to the interview room. I burst in and saw a young, dark and tan android man. He was tall. Very, very tall. Almost imposing, and was leaning over the murderer.

He looked at me, and his steel-gray eyes were angry. "Who are you?" He yelled, in a deep voice, with a sultry British accent. I suddenly remembered that I hadn't changed, and my scanty dress made me look less like a detective than I would like.

"Detective Charlotte Anderson. You spoke with me on the phone earlier this week," I answered, in pure shock by Agent Brant.

"You arrested him?" He asked. He was suddenly very close to me, his finger in my face as he pointed accusatively at me.

"Yes," I sighed.

"Let's talk," He said, clearly calming down. He walked out of the interview room and I followed him.

"Gavin! Watch that guy," I ordered him. I followed Brant closely, practically on his heels. He took me to my own desk, where he pulled up a chair and extended his hand as if telling me to sit down.

"Sure," I said, sitting down nervously.

"So you're Charlotte Lance," He said leaning back in the chair. "I'm Ethan Brant. A VX500 with the Federal Bureau of Investigations. I am originally from London, but stateside is a lot better."