#bleedingviolet

Smiling at Harper, Rachel shrugged. "Fair enough, I guess." She said, not wanting to press her any further than that. Though, she didn't feel satisfied to just leave it at that and only that. "But if you do have time over the holidays and you feel like you want some company...my door is open to you." She offered, gently brushing Harper's elbow with her own. "Not sure if you like dogs, but I've got a big ol' softie named Bear. He's a Newfie. I'm not gonna be doing anything big, so if you wanna stop by, it'll be pretty relaxed and low-key."

“ it’s okay. think i can walk. ” (harper → connor bryant) 

    the two had both been with the DPD for a while now, and they’d met several times — mostly in passing — but this was their first case TOGETHER. partners were kept pretty consistent at the station. it helped things run smoothly, and they built off of each other’s strengths and weaknesses. 

    it should have been a fairly simple case. they were coming to collect evidence on a drowning victim. unfortunately, it was a bit of a hike from the patrol car, and the terrain was rather hilly. there were a lot of tree branches and sharp rocks this way. he’d been lost in thought when he heard a snap behind him, followed by a thud. when he turned around, his partner was on the ground.

There was something about the woman that he had seen around the precinct. Of course he had never had to deal with her before since he had been assigned to a different Detective when he was first assigned to the DPD, but now? That previous Detective was gone; she was dead and buried and all that was left was the GV700 unit that needed to be reassigned or be scrapped for parts. However his set of skills was hard to come by - no other model had been inputted with the abilities that the GV line carried.

Since the GV was waiting for reassignment, it was able to pay more attention to what was going on around it, including the detective that just seemed a little off to it, but it really couldn’t put his finger on it. It had never approached the woman as it had no reason to, since the previous Detective it had been assigned to; dealt with the majority of the communication with other Officers.

———

The night grows late, the sound of vehicles, cicadas, and drunken laughter echoes the streets of Detroit. Unfortunately, a rather young woman isn’t able to enjoy the parties and lights of the city tonight, and she hasn’t been able too for months. She disappeared, supposedly after working a considerably filthy job. After months of unsuccessful research, the DPD finally sent out some undercover officers to work their magic, and bring home answers.

Following the events after the scene of the car crash, although it seemed as though the android had forgotten the entire conversation he had with Detective Reign, that would not be the case. This would be apparent with the small gifts that he would present to the other on her days where she appeared to be at her lowest. Perhaps with a small, freshly brewed cup of coffee, or lunch bought for her at break-time.

Unfortunately, the case of the car crash would have plenty of loose ends. No suspects were found, to the point where many suspected that it was probably just an accident-- not a murder. It was devastating to many, and to Constantine, it meant momentary defeat. There was evidence. The evidence was there-- he knew there had to be more behind it.

The compliment was a genuine one, of course. And even so, Connor could not get rid of the impression that it might not be exactly appreciated by the other... 

Still, he shook off the feeling of paranoia descending upon him, keeping the soft, pleasant smile on his features.

“You were a great help, during the arrest. It’s impressive how you managed to chase the suspect down!“ he continued.

“I... haven’t seen many humans able to keep up the pace with an android. I wager, with a little practice, you could manage to outrun me, even, so...“ A short, awkward chuckle followed the statement, before the android froze, frowning a little. He wasn’t quite used to the sound of his own laughter just yet.

He wasn’t sure he liked it.