|Gavin Reed x Male reader| Detroit Become Human|

Chapter Three

|Just a gore warning for those who aren't into it. I'll put a little reminder nearer the time, don't worry (・∀・)|

|Y/N|'s POV|

I sigh, stepping into the warm comfort of the apartment I'm renting. It wasn't 'home' but it was sufficient. It had minimalist furniture and style, just enough to get me through the few months I'd be staying here.

I walk into my kitchen, being greeted by a soft meow from Greg, my cat. He was adorable - I found him on the streets when I first became a detective four years ago and he's been loyal ever since. I gently pick him up and let him nuzzle into my cheek, purring away to himself. I carry him over the cupboard where I get out his food, pour some into his bowl before setting him down in front of it. He happily begins munching on his food as I put the box away and think about what to do with myself. Shower? Nah, I'll wait til the morning. Food? Sounds like a plan.

I get out some random ingredients and begin making myself some dinner, putting on some music as I do so. I was lost in my own world, mumbling along to the song that was playing before I hear a soft ping beside me, stopping my music for a moment. I look at my phone and see a message from an unknown number. I pick up my phone and open it, humming a bit as I read it.

→Hey, prick. It's Gavin. The boss told me to have your number in case we get called out during the night.

I raise an eyebrow and mumbling
"Damn, he can actually string a sentence together, how would have thought?" I put my phone down, not bothered to reply but I do add the number, putting the name as 'Lt. Asshole'. I chuckle as I place my plate on the counter and wash up the pots and pans I was using.

Soon, I have my dinner eaten and so does Greg, the cat snuggled up on my lap as I lay on the couch, a blanket over the both of us. I was so comfortable and that new Netflix show I was watching was so unbelievably boring that I dozed off and spent the night there, warm and comfortable.

|Gavin's POV|

That bitch never text me back. I sigh to myself as I take a shower, running a hand through my hair and push it out of my face, thinking I need to get it cut. It was beginning to get way too long. I then look down myself, nose scrunching up a little in disgust. I run my fingers over the deep scar the runs up my right thigh, past my hip and ends just before my navel. Ah, what a case...

I tear my gaze away and switch off the shower, grabbing a towel and tying it around my waist after drying myself. It was absolutely freezing in here but it was only me so why pay for heating? I quicky dress, pulling my clothes onto my still half wet body without a care before leaving the towel on the floor. I'll pick it up later... I then go into the kitchen and nose in the fridge, taking out a small sandwich I'd made the day before but wasn't bothered to eat.

I flop on the couch and then put on a random movie to play in the background as I slowly make my way through the sandwich I had. After a couple of bites, I toss it onto the table and nuzzle into my pillow before Gizmo jumps up onto the couch too, meowing softly and climbing under my shirt.
"Gizmo... you're heavy." "Meow." I sigh and wrap my arms around the chubby cat that was curled up under my shirt now. I gently pet her and curl into the couch more. I had just fallen asleep when the rude and intrusive thoughts of precious nights interrupts me, making me open my eyes and sigh deeply. Another night of this shit, I guess...

The morning rolled around after long, painful hours of me trying to fall asleep and failing just as much as usual. A coffee, another shower and getting dressed was my usual morning routine before heading to work.

|Y/N| was already in the building by the time I arrive and I sit at my desk, stretching and groaning as my back pops. After that relief, I look at |Y/N|and ask
"Did you get my text? Fowler asked me to send one." |Y/N|looks at me and raises an eyebrow before realisation hits him, "Oh, I did! I completely forgot to reply, I'm sorry." I let out a small hum and turn on my computer, resting my elbow on the desk and my head on my hand. I flick a pencil that was sitting on my desk and watch it roll away.