I Didn't Want This Either | Gavin Reed x Reader

Interrogation

Monday, October 18, 1:02 pm

Central Police Station

"Welcome back, Detectives." Nines speaks without glancing up at you and Gavin, already preoccupied. He was staring down at his injured arm, his jacket removed and hung over the arm of the chair. 

"How's your arm?" you ask, peering over the androids shoulder to watch him wipe away the last of the blue blood. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" you doubted he felt any pain, and your suspicions were confirmed as Nines shook his head. 

"No, not at all. I don't have any pain processors." when the last of the blood was washed away, Nines set down the rag and stood from his chair. Underneath his usual jacket was a black turtleneck dress shirt, black sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "Detective Reed, I have already put in an order for a replacement jacket. It should be here tomorrow." 

"The fuck you tellin' me that for?" Gavin shrugged his shoulders, and then changed the subject. "We have investigating to do. Let's get this over with. 'm sure the 'Cap will want us to talk to both the husband and that android before the day is over." 

"Sure thing." you say with a smile and a quick thumbs up. "Lead the way. I still don't know my way around this place." Gavin shrugs, slipping past you and Nines and heading towards Captain Fowler's office near the back of the building. He leads the two of you to the right of the office, past the break room. A hallway splits off to your left with temporary holding cells, but you breeze right past them, passing a door labelled as a supply closet, a few doors with no names, and finally, a door with the name 'Interrogation Room 1' displayed on the tinted window. Gavin scans his hand on a pad to the left, pushing the door open after a click sounds out. Now, you're in a small, rectangular room that looks almost identical to the one back at your old station. On the wall directly in front of you were two doors, one that would lead to the interrogation room itself, and one that would lead to a hidden room used to overlook the interrogation. The latter is the door that was opened first.

"So," Gavin began, clasping his hands as he filed into the hidden room, "Here's how we're doing this." you followed in right behind, and then Nines stepped in. The door clicked shut behind you. "This dude, uh..." Gavin glanced at the interrogation room's large one-way window, where information was glowing in a hologram form, "Peter, shouldn't be too much of a problem. If we get the story out of him, then we can go talk to that deviant." A man you could only guess to be Peter was sitting inside the interrogation room, a woman at his side. "His girl, Rebecca, or whatever, is here too." The inside of the hidden room was dark, a desk stretching underneath the window with three chairs seated behind it. "I'll get all the info we need, easy peasy, and you two can sit back and relax." 

"Are you sure we shouldn't let Detective (L/N) handle this one? It will be less difficult tan other interrogations. It might be a nice introduction." Nines suggests, but you hold your hands up and shake your head.

"No, no, that's fine. I'd rather interrogate Neil anyways- and hey, I've interrogated people before! I don't need an introduction." you let your hands fall, pulling out a chair and seating yourself, leaning back into it and crossing your arms. "Go do your thing, Gavin." Nines doesn't protest, taking the seat beside you, and Gavin slips out of the room with a smug grin at getting what he wanted. Only a few moments pass before Gavin is stepping back into view, Peter jerking his head upwards from it's previous place facing the table.

"About time! We have places to-"

"Shut the hell up." Rebecca had tried to speak, her brows furrowed, her arms crossed, but no one who knew Gavin would ever try to speak to him like that. 

"Excuse me-"

"Listen, woman!" Gavin slammed his hands down onto the table, making both Rebecca and Peter, who had been silent thus far, jump. "Peter's wife here was just killed. I'm not here to judge your relationship choices, but I am here to solve a murder." Gavin seemed to have stunned both the others into silence, but he continued his rant anyways. "I don't want to be here either, trust me. My day ends in a few hours, and there's a deviant android in the next room who I've still gotta talk some sense into." Peter leaned forwards at the mention of the deviant, and he cut in,