As soon as Connor and Hank got into the office Reed was up their asses.
"You wanna know what my fucking caseload is right now? Fucking androids. Fifteen murders, Anderson, and you had to be at home drunk off your ass the past fucking week!"
"Excuse the fuck outta me for needing to take a break after you made my partner so scared he shoved an entire hand into his own head. Maybe next time you get pissed you can go punch a fucking wall and get yourself fucked over." Hank spat back, sitting at his desk. Connor stayed standing. He looked uncomfortable.
"Speaking of that," Reed pointed his stubby finger at the android. "No more fucking dying. You're pissing the whole DPD over with this come back from the dead shit."
Connor's eyebrows scrunched up. He opened his mouth to say something, but Reed kept going.
"I'm done writing fucking reports about this android bullshit." He threw several folders at Connor's chest. The android struggled to keep the papers from flying everywhere, but failed. "You guys are back on duty, so you fucking deal with it."
Reed turned and left. Connor looked at Hank in confusion, but Hank had seen Reed blow up like this several times. It was better to let these sort of things go.
Connor set the files down and picked the papers off the ground. His LED was yellow again, but he sat quietly at his desk and started organizing the files.
"Connor, you don't have to work on those." He was such a prude. Too fucking innocent. Reed was a jerk for abusing that. "Reed was being an asshole."
"If they're android cases, then technically they could end up giving us a lead. I should at least look them over."
Connor was looking down at the cases quietly, but Hank had a feeling his LED was still yellow. He had that look on his face like he was bothered. He had been quiet since the conversation in the car.
"You think that group from the tower is planning something?"
"I highly doubt they've given up. Given how long it's been since they've moved, I think it's very likely."
"So what's our next move?"
Connor put the files down and looked at Hank. "I don't know. I can't connect the pieces together, so right now I don't know what to do. All I can think of is to keep investigating android crimes until something happens."
Hank sat back and crossed his arms. He remembered caring like that. Being frustrated when cases reached dead ends. He could see the tension of not having something to follow on Connor's face.
"Don't worry. It'll click."
"And what if I'm too late? If I fail they could scrap my model entirely, or take pieces of it to a new project and leave the rest in some forgotten file. I can't afford to fail this, but I keep messing up."
"Hey, calm down." This kind of honesty was not something Hank had expected from Connor. He was usually so closed off. The android looked genuinely concerned. "Look, cases go cold for a while sometimes. It happens to everyone. You might have some fancy computer for a brain, but if you don't have enough info there's nothing you can do."
"If only we could have captured an android. We might have gotten a clue about where they are. Maybe Kamski knew. Shit, I should have asked him about that."
Connor wasn't talking to Hank anymore. He was half mumbling, fiddling with that coin of his. Hank glanced at Reed. The detective raised his eyebrow in response, but kept working.
Connor was rubbing his eyes. "Maybe Amanda knows." He said to himself. Then he addressed Hank. "Do you mind if I go to standby for a while?"
"I don't give a shit. If it keeps you from muttering to yourself I'm all for it."
