"Its cold out tonight, 'aight it Con?" Hank sighed, feeling the cool breeze against his beard. Connor nods, shivering slightly. "Its 25°F. Of course, it is cold."
Hank looks away and sighs. He and Connor are waiting at the location of where the androids meet; Riverside Park. Conan begged to come with, so he's at a different location at the park which is 5 minutes away.
After several minutes of uncomfortable silence and watching snow add up, Hank breaks the void.
"So... You and Conan. How long have you two been, uh, hitting it off?" Hank asks, facing Connor.
Connor shrugs. "Conan started it by kissing me in the breakroom several weeks ago. I guess it has just escalated from there."
Hank nods and faces the Ambassador Bridge again, its lights reflecting off the water as a shimmery glow into the night.
"You think Gavin or Kamski will ever find out?" Hank chuckles. "Everyone knows Gavin is the gayest piece of shit in the world. As for Kamski, I have no idea what that fuck will say."
"They will someday. Whatever happens, happens." Connor sighs, resting his arm on the armrest of the bench.
Hank stops chuckling and sets his hand around the android. Connor's frame adjusts, then relaxes under the warmth.
"Listen... Uh, I know I'm not a relationship expert but speaking as a depressed, divorced husband, I think you should try to enjoy this as much as you can. I'll back you up if anything bad happens with them two shits."
Connor looks up at Hank and smiles, "Thank you," and leans into his shoulder. Hank smiles and they stay there until their shift is over. The whole night was wasted in the cold, looking at a bridge.
The following week they continue the same yet, nothing happens.
"Ok, Obviously this isn't working. We haven't gotten any evidence and we wasted two weeks." Gavin groans, drinking some coffee.
"What if we do solo missions? You know, only one of us at a time?" Connor asks.
"As if! You know those fuckers have knives!" Gavin yells, crossing his arms and leaning against the breakroom far right wall.
"That could actually work, Connor; if we have a source of communication," Hank replies, getting some coffee for himself.
"I agree with Connor. If we-" Conan starts.
"One of us, Conan," Connor says.
"Right," Conan sighs. "So if one of us goes to the park, we could have some mics and recording to pick up audio," Conan says, tapping his fingers on the table.
Hank nods and Gavin rolls his eyes. "Whatever. I'll tell Fowler." as he walks off.
"Connor," Conan whispers, walking over to him. "Are you sure we should do this? I mean, the risks!"
"Conan, we are androids. We can be fixed up in case anything bad happens." Connor sighs.
"That's not the same Connor! You can lose memories and you can-." Conan stutters before Connor kisses him.
"Like I said Conan, it will be fine."
Conan nods reluctantly and smiles somewhat as they relax in the breakroom.
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Deviants (RK1700 SHIP)
ФанфикConnor has been the best android detective at the DPD for months now. The androids are now somewhat considered human and are allowed to have some rights. But when a more advanced model meets Connor during a case, Connor consider his own interest in...
