D:BH Drabbles & One Shots

Memories || Reed800

Tags + Warnings
—Temporary Android Death (Connor)
—Elijah Kamski + Gavin Reed = Brothers
—Hank Anderson + Connor = Father/Son Dynamic
—Android Gore
—Strong Language
—Mention of the word 'Porn'
Notes
—This has feels but good ending so it's worth it my dudes
—The binary says 'Help Me'

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A pounding on Hank's door is what woke him up early Sunday morning. Grumbling at the time and the clock itself as he stands to yank on a pair of jeans over his boxers, he scratches his chest over his t-shirt and makes his way to the door. He waves off Sumo who has sat up in just about the same grumbly way as he had and the dog makes a low 'boof' sound and lays back down.

It can't be Connor because though the younger man would come this early he had a key, and honestly if the knocking didn't sound so loud and important he would have waited for them to leave and went back to sleep. Sunday's were for him after all—even though Saturday's were his Connor Dad/Son days and he'd cut down his drinking to the daily couple of beers and Friday poker with Fowler, Hopkins, and Chen oddly enough.

He swings the door opened only to be met with the tired, bag underlined eyes of Gavin Reed. Raising a brow he leans in to check the clock/calendar Connor installed on the wall for him. Yep, still Sunday at 7 in the morning. He leans back out and shoves his shoulder against the doorjamb to rest his weight and sighs. "What the hell are you doing here, you damn gremlin."

He'd kick the caffeine addict to the curb without even asking but for some ungodly reason Connor had taken a liking to the asshole. And when Connor took a liking to someone, well, Hank got those big puppy eyes and had to promise he'd try to at least be civil with that person. So far, Hank hadn't seen the appeal.

The detective shifts and reaches up to scratch the back of his neck before speaking. "Fowler wants me and the tin-can to investigate a break-in and attempted homicide. Is he here?"

Hank blinks. He knows that Reed and himself had to switch partners—Him getting Tina Chen and Reed getting Connor—when the revolution happened and it came out that the lieutenant thought of the android as a son. He also thought that Gavin knew they didn't live together. "Why would he be here at 7 in the morning on a Sunday?"

The brunet's brows furrow. "He lives here doesn't he? You guys have that whole gross father/son thing going on so I thought he lived with you."

The grey-haired man sighs and scrubs a hand over his face. "He's also an adult who can function on his own and wants to be an adult. Meaning he has a job and an apartment. I'll get you his address."

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Gavin knows something is wrong immediately when he approaches the door of Connor's apartment to see that the wood near the doorknob is splintered and the doorknob itself is crooked. He carefully slides a hand underneath the leather of his jacket and wraps his hand around the butt of the gun holstered at his ribs. Stepping forward, he nudged the door opened with the side of his foot and gasps at the sight within.

Just inside the door in the kitchen/dining area, that's really only separated from the living area by a half-wall, is Connor's prone body. His normal button up and slacks—which are usually accompanied by a skinny tie and an interestingly colored or styled blazer—are tattered and torn to pieces. A pool of blue blood surrounds him on the tiles of his kitchenette floor and if Gavin has to wager a guess all that blood came from the stab wounds littering the android's throat, chest, and stomach.

Gavin uses the doorway as a crutch so he doesn't fall over or sink to the ground in grief as he makes a series of calls. Hank, Elijah, and Fowler in that order. His brain is running slow and he really is sliding to the ground when he gets the necessary calls out of the way. His knees are yanked up to his chest and his hands are cradling the sides of his head cupping over his ears. He's still in that same place when a uniform comes to take pictures and bag the evidence.