#and plot is everywhere

Their first meeting and mission had been less than pleasant. Gavin had gotten into a fight with Hank. Caught the other android staring for 0.01 seconds longer than he deemed necessary.

“The fuck you lookin’ at, you old fuck?” he had bit out at him.

Hank replied the way he was programmed to.

“If anyone’s the ‘old fuck’ it’s you, model GV200.” The number itself a grim reminder of his age.

Gavin threw the first punch of course. He was threatened to be dismantled if he had done it again. He couldn’t read Hank’s expression after that.

Hank was the only one who understood him. Eventually, the two got closer. He would spot him in the breakroom making coffee for his human partner alongside him. It was hard not to notice the perpetually calculating eyes. Hank had apologized for his behavior and Gavin told him to stop being such a kiss ass that it was over with.

Things had gotten better after that. They would get the coffee for their partners at the same time and would often have conversations that exceeded more than small talk.

There was a rivalry of course, but nothing malicious, just something that resembled something akin to coworkers, or even friends. There were moments of deviancy that would glint in their eyes when it came to the rush of competing. They made each other feel alive.

Gavin would feel the creak of his artificial bones when chasing a perp. An old injury that never quite got fixed. A rattle deep in the metal of his bones as he chased anyone, sometimes it made him feel like he was falling apart.  Hank was much faster than he always be faster than he was. He was better with people. Closer with his partner. He didn’t know what it was inside him, but seeing Hank being better than him angered him. Not that he was succeeding at his function, but that if Gavin couldn’t keep up, he would be replaced, and he would never see Hank or his partner again. It left him feeling hallow inside. He didn’t like it. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Too deviant. Too human. 

Maybe it was better to not let Hank close. It was hard when the man was constantly with him. It started out by just not acknowledging him. He would make his partner’s coffee earlier than Hank did in order to avoid bumping into him. He knew Hank knew what he was doing, he could see the shine of sadness from behind those blue artificial eyes. Gavin tried not staring into them for long fear he would get lost in them. The guilt tugged more with each tactic used to push away with cruel words and bitter looks. 

Their partners had headed home for the day, their duties weighing heavily on their shoulders, desperately needing some rest. Now, they were alone, without their partners as a buffer. They didn't need to speak, but they had been so ingrained with human mannerism it was strange not to. The night would drag on with the occasional perp walking into the station with some beat cops as escorts. 

‘Meet me in the closet of the evidence locker in 5 minutes’ a message had been sent to Gavin at 1:05 A.M. It had surprised him to say the least.

Gavin flicked his eyes up from his terminal to look at Hank, whose eyes were still stuck on his screen. Gavin wondered what that was about, a blue arrow and 'SOFTWARE INSTABILITY' flickered in his peripheral vision with feelings that came attached to the message.

After a moment, Hank got up, without giving Gavin so much as a courteous glance and headed towards the evidence locker room. Gavin went back to staring at the now organized files on his terminal.

2 minutes and 15 seconds left until he was supposed to meet Hank in the evidence room locker. Gavin slowly started getting up, he could hear the creaking of the metal rods inside of his body, trying to ignore the feeling of insecurity he shouldn't be feeling. He shouldn't care. Once he was no longer useful, he would be disposed of and replaced, that's how it was supposed to be...Wasn't it?

People paid him little mind. Just another mindless machine off to do some boring tedious work that humans shouldn't bother themselves with. His mind went through approximately 420 multiple possibilities as to why Hank would want to see him in the evidence locker. Alone.

They had little privacy at the station, their charging stations were in full view as it was located in the middle of the station. Anything with a level of secrecy needed to be discussed in the closet of the evidence locker. Whatever it was, it must have been important. Another message of 'SOFTWARE INSTABILITY' appeared in the corner of his vision.

He sped up his pace as the timer counted down closer to the agreed time. He entered the evidence locker and quickly located the closet. He turned the knob and found Hank standing there in the middle of the room, the dim light making him seem older than his model should look. Gavin fully came in and made sure to lock the door behind him.

He crossed his arms over his chest, and his head cocked to the side, a human mannerism he had picked up that was now second nature.

"What's with the sudden super-secret meeting, old timer?" he bit out, a smirk tugs on the corner of his mouth at the name, ironically used since Gavin was older than he was by a year.

Hank's serious expression turn into one of a twinge of indifference, but his eyes shone with hurt. It made Gavin thirium pump stagger. He should really get that checked out, but his diagnostics check didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He shouldn’t be feeling this type of way over an expression for someone who should mean nothing to him.

"It's not something I can put into words." Hank rolls up his sleeve and removes the skin from his arm revealed pearly white plastic.

Gavin looks at the other man wearily. Hesitant, yet Hank comes in closer and Gavin follows suite. Hank takes hand into his, fingers interlacing with one another. His thorium pump staggers again.

All of Hank's memories, thoughts on work, Connor, Nines, people he's met and lastly...Gavin. Every piece of information about Hank. In turn, Hank now knew everything Gavin did. His face saddened.

“Is that why you’ve been like this? Because you think they’re going to dispose of you again?”

“Shut up this isn’t about me!” he had said defensively. 

“I wouldn’t let them. I wouldn’t let them take you.” he assured with a tone that he hadn’t heard in his voice before. 

“You couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

Hank revealed something else to Gavin with another surge of information streaming into the older model. 

Gavin's eyes snapped open, his grip tightening instinctively, "You're a... deviant." he realizes he's holding Hank's hand with excessive force and loosens his grip. He doesn't want to let go.

"Yeah."

Gavin flipped through the memories again. Each one feeling everything Hank could. He could feel his hurt each time Gavin said something cruel. He could feel warmth each time he saw the corners of his mouth curl into a satisfied smirk. He would feel a deep pit of jealousy when he watched he own back walk away with Nines.

"Because of me?" Gavin tried to gather all the information.

All Hank can hear is crashing and shouting. Connor hadn't arrived yet, but Nines and Gavin were the first on the scene. Hank wasn't issued a gun, and was told to stay back, but he couldn't. Something was telling him to go. He did. Running up the stairs he hid behind a wall keeping an eye on the scene. Their perp with a gun pointed at Richard, Gavin standing a few feet away from him scanning the scene.

Hank couldn't do anything. He was too far to take the gun or even sacrifice himself. The man was speaking in loud bursts, angering himself as Nines tried to calm him down. It didn't work. The man raised the gun and squeezed his eyes shut along with pulling the trigger. Hank took this chance to tackle the man to the ground, hoping, yet knowing he was too late.

He turned to Nines expecting to see Gavin by his side aiding him. But all he saw was the once white wall splattered with blue.

Nines was crouched over his partner, the wires in his chest exposed as the bullet had shot clean through him hitting a main thirium tube. The floor had puddles of thirium, Gavin clasping onto Nines' hand, the man looking calm, but the facade clearly close to breaking. Hank saw the look they gave each other. Emotion. Their eyes were both full of emotion. Gavin had never looked at him like that before. He had never seen Detective Richard this frazzled about anything either. Something broke inside of him.

*^DEVIANT^*

"Step aside, Detective. We need to get him to a Cyberlife facility." with more hostility in his voice than

Richard looked up at him, his mask coming back into that of professional steel gaze, caught in his moment of vulnerability.

"Of course, no, I can take him, you stay with the perpetrator." Nines had directed.

"I think it best you do. I will transfer some of my own thirum to keep him activated enough to get to the Cyberlife facility." it was a lie, Gavin would be fine, Hank just wanted to be there for him.

"Whatever you think is best, I'll tell my brother when he gets here."

"Thank you, Detective."

Gavin replayed through memories, through the emotions. He couldn't understand them....but he felt them. He moved his free hand to cup Hank's cheek, the android's eyes widened at the sudden touch, his LED flickering yellow.  He had remembered that. He knew his partner had a 12% chance of living from such a wound. It was a risk he couldn’t take. They had also gotten off on a rough start but the two had become very real friend. Nines was his first friend. But just a friend. 

They peered into each other’s eyes just for the sake of just wanting to look at each other. Gavin couldn't take it anymore and pulled Hank into a kiss. Neither of them had done it before, they only had the knowledge they had from the internet and seeing it done in person.

It was awkward, and uncoordinated and perfect in every conceivable way.

They didn’t need air but felt the need to restrain themselves. Gavin’s lips were slightly puffy, and his cheeks tinted a light blue. Their skin of their hand’s still exposed in a shiny white plastic.