✔️Deviating For Him (RK1700)

10^ Breakdown

I follow Gavin into another house reported to have connections to the kidnappings. "You recognize this place?" he asks Caleb.
Caleb shakes his head. We brought him here to see if he recognized or could tell us anything.
Gavin, Hank, Connor, Caleb, and I enter the house. I stay back, choosing to watch everyone as they walk around. I know something bad will happen. I know it. I'm waiting to see what it is.
"Are you ok?" Connor asks.
I look down at him, shake my head, then look away. He doesn't say anything else and walks away. I watch him leave before turning my head to stare at Caleb. He looks around curiously, then walks up to a closed door.
I watch as he opens it and immediately gets shot. I blink a few times to make sure it's real, and it is. It is real. He lays on the ground as blue blood puddles under him. Hank and Gavin open fire on the attackers, disappearing into the room. Connor kneels next to Caleb. He turns to me and says something, but I don't hear it. I back away and shake my head before running. I run to my car and drive away, breathing heavily. "He's dead..." I whisper. "Oh, god, he's dead. I'm a coward."
Without knowing anywhere else to go, I go to Gavin's house. When I pull into the driveway, I stay in the car. I shake as I begin to cry. Slowly, I get out and stumble my way inside. "I'm such a fucking screwup."
My phone goes off as Gavin calls me. I ignore it. "I'm a horrible cop! I can't even protect my people! I can't do anything right..." I sit down on his couch and bury my face in my hands. "I've been screwing up this whole case. I couldn't save Connor. I couldn't even protect him, and now someone died because of me." I reach into my back pocket and pull out my gun. I stare at it for a few minutes before checking to see if it's loaded. It is. "If I shoot myself, I will surely die," I whisper.
My phone goes off again. This time, I pick it up and answer it.
"Nines? Where the hell are you?"
"I'm at home, Detective," I tell him, staring at the gun.
"Why did you run?"
"No reason. Just know that I'm not leaving this house for the rest of today." And, maybe not ever. Maybe, I'll never leave this house.
"That's bullshit, and you know it. Why did you run?"
I hang up on him and turn my phone all the way off. "I'm sorry, Detective. I'm faulty. I'm only slowing everyone down and bringing bad luck." I slowly bring the gun to my head. Time seems to slow down as I hold it there. "Do it," I whisper. "It'll be better this way."
Ultimately, I can't. "I'm such a fucking pussy," I snarl. "I can kill whoever I want, but I can't even kill myself!" I pick up a nearby glass and throw it at the wall, shattering it instantly.
I stand and make my way to the fridge. I look around before I pull out a can of Gavin's beer. "Hehehe," I laugh maniacally. "I'll do what Hank does and drink myself to death." I open it and stare at it before taking a sip. "Androids can't even get drunk, can they?" I shrug. "Whatever. If I don't fall over and die from being drunk, then the alcohol intake will definitely kill me."
I stop and blink a few times, feeling guilty. "Connor's going to hate me. Everyone will." I shake my head. "That just gives me another reason to die." I take a swig of the beer and sit back down on his couch.

Gavin walks in the front door. "Nines?" he asks. He steps inside before noticing empty beer cans littered around the floor. "Jesus Christ! Nines!" he walks back to the bedroom.
The lights are turned off, but Nines is there, scrolling around on his phone. "Nines, you better have a damn good explanation for this."
Nines says nothing.
He approaches slowly. "Nines! Hello? Can you hear me?"
He still remains silent.
Gavin turns on the light and walks over to the bed he lays in. "Nines, are you-" He cuts himself off as he sees the gun. "What are you doing with that?"
Nines slowly rolls over so he's staring up at Gavin. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. He looks horrible. "I want to die, Detective," he mumbles in a broken, monotone voice.
"Ok, no, we're not doing this. C'mon." He pulls Nines into a sitting position. He kneels down so he's eye level with him. "Hey, look at me." He places his hands on both sides of Nines' head and forces him to look at him. "Did you drink all those cans out there?"
Nines nods.
"Dammit, Nines. Did you do anything else? You didn't swallow any pills or anything, did you? Did you cut yourself?" He stands and pulls Nines' clothes off, checking for any marks.
Nines shies away. "Leave me alone, Detective. Let me suffer. I'm already useless, so there's no point."
"I'm only doing this because I care, you fucking piece of plastic!" he snaps.
Nines blinks slowly.
"Look, I'm not trying to be mean, but you have to see that you shouldn't be getting drunk by yourself. Now, answer my question: did you take anything?"
He shakes his head.
"Are you sure?"
He nods.
"Ok, ok, good. I don't wanna have to take you to the hospital, but I will if I have to."
Nines starts crying. "I'm sorry," he rasps. "I'm so sorry. I'm so stupid. I'll never do this again, I promise. Please, don't hate me," he begs.
"Whoa, whoa, it's ok!" Gavin takes his hands, smiling. "I don't hate you. You just need a lot more help than I thought you did. But, I promise, I don't hate you."
"I'm useless...!" he whines. "Everyone dies or gets hurt because of me. I'm the most useless Android to ever be manufactured. All I ever do is sit around and watch people get hurt."
"My dad once told me, he said, 'Gavin, you can't save everyone. You can try, but you just can't do it. So don't try. Don't try to save everyone. Try to save those that you can, and it'll get you a lot farther than trying to save everyone.' He also told me that 'once you start blaming yourself for people's deaths, there's no going back.' So, I didn't. I didn't blame myself for nobody's death, cause I can't save everyone." He smiles. "But, I can save you."
"You can't save me. I'm too far gone."
"Yes, I can." He stands again and wraps his arms around Nines' back. "Wrap your legs around me." Nines does as he asks, and Gavin picks him up. "We're gonna get you feeling better, I promise," he grunts. "We just gotta get you out of this room." He exits the room and drops Nines on the couch, once again kneeling so he's eye level. "Tell me what hurts."
"My imaginary heart that I don't have," Nines murmurs.
"C'mon, I know you're hurting, but I can't fix that. That takes time to heal. Tell me what I can make better."
"My head hurts. And, I fell when I was going into the room. I think I accidentally cut my ankle when I did that," he admits. "It stings."
Gavin sighs. "I'll go get you some fresh clothes, then I'll have a look at that ankle." He stands and leaves, coming back a few minutes later with a pile of clothes. He sets them on the coffee table, then helps Nines pull the shirt on. He holds Nines as he stands and pulls on the shorts, then gently pushes him back down. He sits down on the floor and examines Nines' ankle. "I'll apply a patch, and that should let it heal undisturbed." Gavin grabs a patch and a rag from the hall closet, then returns to his place on the floor. Nines hisses as he cleans the wound with the rag, then presses the patch to it. "There. You should be good."
"Why are you doing this? You could just send me in and get a new Android."
"Cause, I don't wanna new Android. I want you, ya tin can," Gavin murmurs.
"I-I want you, too. I wouldn't want any other Detective in the whole world to be my partner," he stutters. "I don't deserve you..."
"No one really deserves anyone. What people do and do not deserve is opinionated." Gavin takes his hands. "Tell me what else you want."
"I want Connor," he whispers, tears forming in his eyes. "I-I want him to hold me, Gavin. I'm scared."
"Ok, ok. I'll call Hank, but I can't help it if he's asleep, alright?"
He nods.
Gavin calls Hank and waits for him to answer. Eventually, he does. "Gavin? Please, don't tell me Nines is dead or something. Connor'll be gutted."
"No, no, he's fine. I mean, he's blackout drunk, but he's fine. I'm here with him."
"Are you drunk, too?" he asks.
"What? No. Of course, not." He looks behind him to see Nines staring at the floor. He lowers his voice. "But, he wants Connor here. He wants Connor to hold him. If I'm being honest, I... I want you, too. I want you here, Hank," he whispers.
Hank sighs. "Ok... Alright, I'll be over there in a minute. Hold on a little while longer, baby," Hank murmurs.
"O-Ok... I'll try. Hurry, though. He's suicidal. I managed to keep him alive, but I don't think I can stop him if he decides to start shooting."
"I'm already out the door," Hank reassures.
"Ok. I'll wait for you." Gavin hangs up. "Connor'll be here in a minute, ok? You alright?"
Nines nods.
"I guess, that's the best response I'll be getting from you..." Gavin sits down next to him and waits.
After a while, someone knocks on the door. "Come in!" Gavin shouts. The door opens, and Connor walks in, followed by Hank.
"Nines..." he murmurs, rushing over to him. "What are you doing?"
"Sitting..."
He shakes his head. "That's not what I meant." He turns to Gavin. "He needs rest. Is there an extra bed or...?"
"You guys can sleep in my bed. Hank and I will crash out here," he suggests, pointing to his bedroom. Connor helps him up and brings him to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
"It's good to get time alone with you," Hank murmurs, twirling his finger in a strand of my hair.
"That's true," Gavin remarks, kissing Hank's jawline. "I hope he'll be ok."
"He will. He most certainly will." Hank kisses Gavin's head. "Are you ok?"
"A little, yeah. I'm a little disconcerted that I found him like this, but I think I'll be ok."
Hank's arms wrap tighter around Gavin. "I think you'll be ok." He slips his hand up Gavin's shirt and plays with his nipple.
Gavin blushes and moans. "Hank, please don't tease me..."
Hank laughs and takes off his shirt. "Relax, Gav. I wanna make you feel good, ok?"
"Ok, Hank," he murmurs nervously, taking off the rest of his clothes. He kisses Hank softly, letting his hands explore his body.
"Be quiet, Gav. I don't want them to hear us."
Gavin nods, and pulls Hank's pants off. Gently, he licks his tip, then takes the whole thing.
Hank throws a blanket over Gavin as Connor walks out of the room. "Oh, good evening, Lieutenant. I came to check up on you and Detective Reed. Where is he?"
"He's in the bathroom. He's alright," Hank says smoothly, not missing a beat. "How about you and Nines?"
"Nines is asleep. I just wanted to make sure you two were ok before I went and joined him. I see that all is good, so I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight, Lieutenant."
"Night, Connor."
He turns and disappears back into the room, and Gavin pops out from under the blanket. "That was close," he murmurs. He leans over Hank to grab the TV remote, then turns it on. "Background noise," he smiles.
Hank pulls him onto his lap, rubbing his tip against his entrance. "Are you ready?" he asks.
"Yes, but let's make this quick, ok? I'm... nervous. I've never done this before."
"It's ok, Gav," he says, pushing himself inside.
Gavin hisses in pain, arching his back. "Fuck...!" he squeaks. "Ugh... fuck... that's a tight squeeze, isn't it?"
Hank chuckles softly. "Sure is." He grabs Gavin's hips and lifts him up before letting him slide back down. Gavin's face is contorted in a grimace the whole time. "We can stop if it's too much," Hank says.
Gavin looks down at him. "It-It's... I don't think I can do this..."
"Ok, here." Hank lifts Gavin up off of him and set him back down.
He sighs in relief. "That feels better..." He lays down on top of Hank. "I'm sorry, Hank."
"It's fine, Gavin. I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do."
Gavin says nothing. He closes his eyes and sighs, quickly falling asleep with Hank's fingers in his hair.