Hank strolled into the office a little past 11am. The pills he had taken for the hangover still hadn't kicked in, and he felt like shit. Probably looked like it, too. Not like he was here to impress anyone anyways. Everyone knew he was a functioning alcoholic, why pretend otherwise?
"Your little fuck toy has been waiting for you." Gavin was smirking at his desk. He liked being an asshole way too fucking much. "It's had all night to think about what it's done. I'd bet it's ready to do anything to make it up to you."
"Fuck off, sicko."
Connor didn't seem to hear the comment, or was choosing to ignore it. It was flipping through the book it had found at Rupert's apartment. Its posture was perfect, and its LED was spinning yellow again. That usually meant it was computing or some shit, right?
Hank sat down at his desk, but Gavin was apparently not done being a little shit. He stood up and walked over to Connor, inspecting it mockingly.
"It's been like this for four fucking hours. Just flipping through the book over, and over, and over again." He looked up at Hank. "I guess someone on the team has to get some work done, eh?"
Hank was about to tell Gavin to screw off when the dumbass tapped Connor's LED a few times.
"Is there something I can assist you with, Detective Reed?" Connor asked without moving. Reed jumped a little, then looked pissed at himself for it. Fucking moron.
"Yeah, you can get me a fucking cup of coffee, dipshit."
"Leave it the hell alone. It's doing... something..." Hank realized too late that he had no idea what it was doing.
Connor shut the book and stood up. "Of course, Detective Reed."
As Connor walked off, Gavin mocked it's walk silently behind it until he got to his desk. Chen shook her head and turned back to her monitor, and Hank gave Reed the finger. Normal fucking morning in the DPD by most standards.
"Lieutenant Anderson, there's been a report of assault and theft at the CyberLife warehouses. The perpetrators appear to have been deviant androids."
Connor put Reed's coffee beside him on the desk and headed over towards Hank. Hank continued typing on his terminal, determined not to leave until he had finished his report on the Ravendale scene. This time, rather than bugging him to go, Connor stood at relaxed attention, waiting for Hank.
"Hey, plastic, you made this wrong. Go make me another one." Reed dumped the coffee into the trashcan and set his cup near Connor.
Hank finished the report while Reed ordered Connor to repeat several menial tasks over and over. Each time Connor responded with a nod of the head and a fucking "Yes, Detective."
"I don't know what you're complaining about." Reed said as he stacked the seventh report he had told Connor to print for him onto his desk. "He seems like any fucking plastic I've seen. Pretty convenient."
"Fuck you. Connor, we're leaving."
"Of course, Lieutenant." Connor nodded and took a place just behind Hank.
It was bitterly cold, but dry. The wind whipped up, tearing through your clothes, hissing with the threat of winter. Hank had a privileged parking spot near the door to the station because of his rank, and he was glad for it on days like this.
Connor got in the car and set the GPS. The radio had been turned off that morning after Hank had scared himself to death with it. It wasn't gonna help his fucking headache anyways. Without the music the car was tense. Connor was staring forward with unnaturally perfect posture.
