I Dare You {Reed900 Fic} (Has Been Revamped)

Chapter 3

Gavin had been waiting impatiently at the precinct for four hours, waiting for the grief counselors to give them the go-ahead for questioning. Gavin was leaning back in his chair with his feet lying lazily on his desk, playing on his phone.

Conan, on the other hand, was sitting in his chair, back straight up, and with his head tilted down facing the ground and eyes closed. His LED was yellow, he seemed to be in a sort of processing mode.

Gavin turned off his phone and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes glaze around the precinct. The room was completely empty, only leaving him and the android in the silence. Gavin stared at the android across from him. His eyes following the curves and sharp lines of his face. The way his face was perfectly imperfect, and how his fringe fell on top of his face, god, that alone could make a man swoon. "What the fuck am I thinking, he's a piece of shit android," Gavin thought, snapping back to reality, pushing away those intrusive thoughts.

Gavin went back to looking at his phone. After a few minutes, he started to feel himself nodding off into sleep. It was becoming harder for him to focus and keep his eyes open. He eventually gave up fighting his own body and let himself fall into a rare peaceful sleep.

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He was awoken when he felt a firm grasp on his shoulder, shaking him awake. Fear and adrenaline rushed through Gavin's veins. He jumped out of his seat, snapping out of the grip, ready to fight.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! I WON'T HESITA-" Gavin cut himself off when he realized that it was just Conan attempting to wake him up.

A look of genuine concern shot across Conan's face. "Are you okay Detective? Your stress level has increased to eighty-six percent." The android asked him, making sure to give the man his personal space.

Gavin was still shaking from the adrenaline rushing through his systems, he looked away from Conan, brushing away the loose hairs that had fallen onto his face. His face burning red out of embarrassment from his sudden outburst. "Ye-yeah, I-I'm fine." Gavin managed to get out, stumbling on his words.

Conan tilted his head to the side, not believing him. "Are you sure Detective?" He continued to question.

"Yes, I'm fine, dipshit," Gavin stated firmly, shutting down any more of Conan's questions. "What did you need me for."

Conan stared down at him, pausing before he answered. "The grief counselors called. They said that the witnesses are ready to answer the questions we have for them."

Gavin sighed, "Fucking finally. I was wondering if they were ever gonna let us question 'em." The detective grabbed his coat and reached for his keys on the desk. But before he could grab them, another hand beat him to it.

"Detective, perhaps it is better for me to drive at this moment. Your stress level is still quite high. It would be unwise to drive in that state" Conan informed him, picking up the keys away from Gavin's hand.

"Umm, hell no. Now give me back my car keys." Gavin demanded, reaching for his car keys that were in Conan's hand. No one touched his shitty car other than himself.

Conan raised his hand in the air, out of Gavin's reach. "I'm afraid I can't do that Detective." He simply declared, gazing down at the smaller man in front of him.

Gavin took a step closer to the android, "Oh you asshole."

"Bitch." Conan directly stated, his gaze turning into a glare.