Connor's memories took the majority of three days to go through. Fowler and Miller stopped by on separate occasions, each with some homemade meal for Hank. He didn't mind that his meals consisted of enchiladas and lasagna for those days.
He understood Connor's outburst in the hospital better now. To Connor, death was just an inconvenience. It was almost inconsequential if he died or not, so long as his mission was a success. That was why he had no qualms about jumping across roofs or running around on highways. It had been different when Hank had asked him to bring back Cole. It was impossible.
Hank hated the version of himself Connor had seen. He was just a sad old man who didn't give a shit. Not about anything. He had never gotten back up from Cole's death, and he lashed out at anyone close.
Poor Connor had gotten the worst of it. Even when Hank knew Connor was hurting, he still was an ass. Even after he knew how confused the kid was. All the way up to the car accident, Hank had treated him like a nuisance. He pushed the entire investigation on him and gotten pissed when the first time rookie made a mistake.
He closed down his computer. The last memory had been his own face as Connor jumped over top of him the instant before impact. Connor had died there and the next Connor must have found him in the hospital room.
Hank pulled out the memory stick and shuffled to the couch. He sat and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling. Sumo was at his feet, resting a loving head on his leg. He was just an asshole. How could Connor say they were friends?
A knock came to the door. Hank groaned, putting the memory stick on the table. He picked it back up. Last thing he needed was for Fowler or Miller to start asking about it. He hadn't told them about it yet. He kept it in the palm of his hand and answered the door.
"Good morning, Lieutenant."
It wasn't Fowler. Hank glared down at the snobbish face of Agent Perkins. He looked too happy to be up to any good.
"Whaddya want?" Hank asked.
"I'm investigating a recent break in and theft at the CyberLife tower." Perkins pulled out a picture of Hank and Connor from a security tape. "I came to ask you a few questions."
"Am I under arrest?" Hank asked.
"No, but..."
"Then come back when I am, otherwise have a good day."
Hank started to close the door, but Perkins stepped forward and braced against it. Sumo was behind Hank. He raised his head and growled.
"Let's not let this get any more messy than it already is, Hank." Perkins sneered. "Cooperate, and I'm sure we can work something out so you don't end up in too much shit for all this."
"Fuck off." Hank spat back. "I know the law, and you don't have shit. So unless you're here to arrest me, get the hell off my porch."
Perkins retreated, composing himself. He looked more pleased than Hank liked.
"Fine. I suppose I'll have to do this the hard way." He nodded. "Good day, Lieutenant."
Hank cursed as he slammed the door. If Perkins had access to the security cameras in CyberLife, he would know Hank had helped Connor. Hank hadn't expected them to move against him so soon.
He got dressed and left for the precinct. He didn't have a car anymore, but there was a bus stop on the corner. It would take him an hour just to get to the DPD, but he had to talk to Fowler about this.
The office was empty except for Reed. Hank looked around, then sat in his desk to call Fowler. Reed was on a phone call, but ended it quickly.
"What are you doing here?" Reed asked with all his regular charm.
