#heartwired

(Warnings: Some fluff and some shitting on Gavin Reed lol)

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“Excuse me, officer?” his smooth voice made you turn around and you were face to face with the one and only detective android. Well, not really, he was technically only a prototype who was assisting on the recent deviant cases, but still. “Do you know when Lieutenant Anderson usually arrives?” he asked politely and you had to take a split second to get over yourself, why the hell did CyberLife have to make him so good looking? And with the perfect voice that’s like warm honey… God, it was almost enough to make you melt, those chocolate brown eyes, warm and sweet… “miss?” he asked again and you blinked, clearing your throat, your thumb playing with a ring on your left middle finger, the ring containing a small chain inside it that could be turned, “yeah, sorry, uh. I’d say it depends on where he’s been the night before… I’d say… around noon?” you guessed with a wince “I’m sorry, Lieutenant Anderson’s schedule is-....” you trailed off when you realized you couldn’t find a word that didn’t make Hank seem like an inappropriate, late drunkard. Which he very much was, but slandering a coworker isn’t exactly professional. “Unique?” the android offered and you chuckled briefly, not noticing the way his LED flashed yellow briefly at the sound of your laugh, a brief unintentional smile flashing on his lips before either of you could notice “that’s-... one way to put it” you admitted before stretching out your hand to him “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way…. I-I don’t mean to be rude or anything but-... d-do you-.. have a name?” you asked sheepishly and he gave you a comforting and reassuring smile “yes, I’m Connor” he introduced, shaking your hand and you smiled and nodded “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Connor” you stated, leading him over to Hank’s desk, not seeing the way his LED once again flashed yellow when you smiled at him. “You can wait here. And-... Hank really is a good man. He’s-... he might be stubborn and rude, but he’s a good man” you stated with a sincere smile, Connor nodding, his LED blinking a little as he tried to find the root of your obvious fondness for the senior officer. “You… have a personal relationship with the Lieutenant, is that correct?” he asked and you scoffed with a small chuckle hidden within the scoff, nodding and leaning against the vacant desk across from Hank’s, a smile on your lips as you turned the small chain in your ring absentmindedly “yeah, he was my TO… briefly, anyway. I was new here and barely knew anything” you remembered with amusement and fondness, looking over his desk with a sad look in your eyes, despite your smile “he stood up for me” you added quietly.

Being the youngest cadet to join the force of Detroit, and a woman at that too, was not easy. All the boring, useless crap was always pushed your way, you were stuck on coffee duty as though that was all you could do, you were considering quitting after two years of being humiliated and thrown aside when Hank stepped in… in some strange way, he became a father figure… a drunken father figure, but a good one, one who was there when you needed it, even if it was 2 am or if Gavin was getting too arrogant around you for Hank’s liking.

Connor took in your look, the sincerity in your eyes, the sadness yet fondness, until you forced a smile up at him “you can wait here, if you want” you offered, getting up and walking to your own desk not too far away, Connor scanning the desk, gathering all the information for storage before walking over to you again, internally using the excuse that you knew the Lieutenant and could maybe give him some pointers on how to best get along with the grumpy Lieutenant. “Have you worked here long?” was somehow what came out of his mouth instead of asking about Anderson, but once again he convinced himself that he was simply starting with small talk to get you comfortable instead or berating you with questions. “About five years, almost” you admitted with a smile as you seemed pleasantly surprised that he had come up to you instead of waiting by the desk silently. “And do you enjoy it here?”

“At first I didn’t, but Hank stood up for me, made me like this job. That was three years ago now” you admitted, nodding to yourself as you fiddled with your ring, but not in a nervous way, more in an absentmindedly way “there’s the occasional blowhard, of course” you stated with a shrug “and our very own private asshole; Gavin Reed. Or, as I like to call him; Private Dick” you whispered with amusement, finding Connor smiling at you as well and you grinned “sorry, I’ll let you form your own opinions about the people around here-”

“I think I’ll trust you on that one” Connor interrupted cheekily and you laughed quietly, nodding “good choice” you stated, studying him closely and Connor thought he saw you looking at… his lips? Perhaps he was malfunctioning? That behavior was something humans did when they were attracted to other humans…. he probably just malfunctioned or something for a split second.

“I’ll admit, though… I’m curious” you admitted, sitting up straight in your chair and rolling a bit closer as he sat on the edge of your desk “you’re the only one like you, right?” you asked quietly and he nodded “that is correct. I’m an RK800 android prototype, designed to provide assistance on deviant cases to Lieutenant Anderson” he replied smoothly and you hummed quietly “so you’re a fancy robo-cop?” you asked and Connor analyzed your tone briefly, barely a millisecond, coming to the conclusion that you were… teasing him, possibly. Perhaps being cheeky?

“In a sense, yes, I suppose so. Though I’m not an actual police officer” he stated and you shrugged with that same smirk that made his core circuit feel… choppy? Was that the right word for it? “Well, if you won’t mind, I’ll happily introduce you as my robo-cop friend” you stated with a grin, Connor finding himself… smiling… it didn’t seem like it was simply his social adaptability at play… you made him smile, somehow… he’d have to run a malfunctioning test later to make sure his systems were all intact. “Ah, there he is” you stated as you looked past Connor and he turned, seeing the Lieutenant and he… felt… strange… he didn’t want to end his conversation with you. “I’ll let you get back to work and stop hogging you” you teased, moving to your own computer, giving him an easy out and he hesitated before standing up, nodding and walking over to Hank, glancing over his shoulder at you as you sat with a neutral look on your face, so different from just before, where you were smiling at him in the sweetest way possible, your thumb playing with your ring yet again as you looked over something on your computer.

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“Fuck off, Reed” a voice snapped, the officer, Gavin and Connor turning to see who it was, seeing you standing there with an empty coffee mug “you really don’t have anything more important to do?” you sneered, walking over to him, standing chest to chest almost with him “he’s just a piece of plastic-”

“And you’re just a piece of meat. Fuck off, Gavin. Unless, of course, you want me to go to Fowler about last Saturday, ‘Pookie’?” you asked in a quiet voice and he tensed up, scoffing and leaving with the other officer as you watched him “mhm, thought so” you muttered to yourself before turning to Connor as he stood up “you okay?” you asked, looking him up and down with what appeared to be genuine concern and he nodded hesitantly “yes, thank you, but Androids don’t feel pain and I’ve sustained no injuries” he stated smoothly, taking in the way you frowned, nodding as you stepped back and walked over to the coffee pot, Connor almost thinking that he’d offended you… he turned to say something when you looked at him over your shoulder, giving him a soft smile “next time, just say thanks” you stated with a soft voice, giving him a small playful wink before going back to pouring your coffee, that wink making his systems feel… strange… somehow…

“Told you he was an asshole” you stated as you turned around with a now full mug of coffee, walking past him, almost out of the open break room when his voice stopped you. “What happened last Saturday?” he asked before he could stop himself and you stopped, turning to face him, forcing a small smile “something he doesn’t want Fowler to know” you winked at him again “if you want any advice or need someone to talk to, I’m usually at my desk because I basically have no home life” you called as you stepped back to your desk, Connor watching you, Hank looking from across the station, taking in how… soft Connor looked when he looked at you… it almost seemed… human…

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“So, what happened that Saturday?” a voice asked and you jumped in your chair and yelped, turning to see a shocked and confused Connor, your hand over your heart as you gasped “Jesus, Connor!” you hissed, shutting your eyes as you took a moment to catch your breath “you almost gave me a heart attack” you stated in a breathy chuckle and Connor frowned, quickly scanning and assessing your condition “your heart shows no signs of pulmonary or cardiac distress-”

“It’s-... just something people say” you corrected with the same amusement and you looked around the otherwise empty police station “why are you here? It’s late” you noted, looking at the alarm clock on your lit computer before looking up at him “did something happen?”

“As you know, we recently had a deviancy case in a certain establishment-”

“The sex club, the Eden Club, yeah, I know it” you shrugged and Connor wasn’t sure how to… process that you knew about that place… “you know it?” he asked with a small frown and you blushed, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly, clearing your throat as you looked back at your computer, your thumb once again playing with the chain in your ring “well… it’s in the reports and-...” you trailed off, looking up at him, hesitating “you can keep a secret, right?” you asked quietly and he nodded without hesitation, as though his mission, instructions, orders weren’t being ignored by spending casual time with you, making a promise such as that. You nodded and leaned in “well, that Saturday I spoke about… some of us officers had a little get-together the friday before, got a little drunk but after a while, we split to go home,” you started, a devious grin starting to form on your face, like you had been dying to share this with someone and was trying to hold back as much as you could to seem… less eager to spill the secret. “Well, the next morning I got a call from a… certain establishment… a certain someone had gotten drunk, ‘acquired’ some ‘company’ for the entire night, written my number on the bed sheet, passed out drunk for the entire night and running up one hell of a bill and that’s when I was called the next morning, he was still passed out drunk” you whispered eagerly “don’t tell him I told you, okay? But that’s what I’m holding over his head” you admitted, barely able to contain your giddiness and it was infectious, a grin forming on his lips at the sight of you. You let out a heavy exhale as you leaned back in your chair “fuck, I’ve been dying to tell someone, anyone!” you admitted in a hushed voice, giggling “the best thing? He was dressed in his boxers and a tank top way too small for him that said ‘Pookie’” you added, biting your lower lip to not laugh, looking down as you shook your head, giggling “so yeah, I basically have his balls in my hand right now” you joked, Connor frowning and you waved your wand “another expression. It just basically means; if I say ‘jump’, he’ll have no choice but to ask ‘how high?’” you summarized with a mischievous look in your eyes that Connor felt his central core brimming at when he saw it. “So, why are you here so late? No android apartment to go back to while Hank is out drinking?” you asked casually, stretching in your chair and Connor hesitated before speaking up “I would like your assessment on something” he admitted, making you sit a little straighter, ready to listen and his core felt like it was working overtime for a brief second, almost like it skipped at how eager you were to listen and help. “Oh? Okay” you stated, Connor hesitating before finally deciding to ask “I’m unsure how familiar you are with the case, but the Eden Club case has been… frustrating…”

Warnings: Some angst with a bit more angst but with some slight shitting on Gavin Reed at the end so I’ll count that as fluff lol

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Seeing him in the station still felt surreal, it caught your eye as you sat with Agent Perkins, the man noticing and he looked over his shoulder at what had caught your attention during such an important conversation, at least, it was an important conversation to him. “To think it’s still here, as though nothing happened” he stated casually and your eyes moved back to Perkins at his choice of words, your jaw clenched and you took a deep but subtle breath. “I’m just glad he’s still here, he might be an android but he’s amazing at what he does. To tell you the truth, I’m a bit jealous of Hank” you stated casually, intentionally referring to Connor as a person, instead of ‘it’, Perkins looking you up and down, trying to get the measure of you and how far your sympathies went for the androids. “Yes, well, as I said, you seem to be quite intuitive, your discovery at the station led to quite the revelation. I’ve talked with my supervisors, assured them that you’d be an asset to the Bureau-”

“An-... asset?” you asked with confusion, your chest starting to rise and hall a little heavier, your fingers fiddling with the chain in your ring on your left middle finger, Perkin nodding with a self-satisfied smirk “yes. I’ve talked with your captain and he has agreed that your skill set could be an asset, it would also give you a chance to hone those skills-” he was cut off as you got up from the chair, storming directly towards Fowler’s office where Connor and Hank were, Hank obviously in some kind of dispute with Fowler but you couldn’t care less as you stormed up the few steps and ripped the door open, barging into the room and interrupting them “the FBI?!” you asked sharply, silence filling the room except for Fowler’s heavy sigh “not now, (Y/L/N)-”

“Yes, now” you argued, stepping closer “why is Agent ‘Schmuck’ talking about me joining the fucking FBI?” you asked with anger, arms crossed over your chest and it was obvious that you were fuming, if you’d had an LED, it would be permanently red right now. “Because you’re a damn good cop but you can do better!” Fowler argued back and your eyes widened a little “that’s up to me, not you!!”

“Look, he simply asked-”

“You should have checked with me first!”

“I am your boss!!”

“And it’s MY life!!” you yelled back, shaking your head at him “you don’t get to ship me off because you think it’s what is best for me! If you want me gone, have the balls to fire me yourself, but don’t just hand me over to someone else! So what if I can do better? It’s not up to you! I like this job, I like living in Detroit and I don’t want to leave it! I have friends here, family, my life is here, for fuck’s sake!” you argued angrily and Connor couldn’t do anything but just stare at you. Your heart rate was elevated, your core temperature was raised and your fists were clenched tightly, your knuckles turning white. Logically, it made sense. You were observant, loyal, skilled, hard-working, intelligent… of course the FBI wanted you… logically, you should be ecstatic to go… so why weren’t you?

“It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity!” Fowler continued to argue and you stepped closer to his desk where he sat “it’s not your choice!” you argued back loudly “I can’t believe you’d do this!! Handing me off to the FBI because some snobby nosed asshole asks?! That’s all it takes to make you cave and give in?!”

“I’ll pretend that I didn’t hear that!” Fowler warned but you just scoffed “don’t, you heard it alright, because apparently, you’re not my boss anymore, the FUCKING FBI IS!!” you yelled as loudly as you could, your face nearly red with anger and Connor actually worried that your heart would stop, given how bast it was beating. “Screw you, Fowler” you hissed in a lower voice, shaking your head at him and leaving the office, Connor’s synthetic heart felt… strange, like it was pumping too fast and he looked at Hank who gave him a subtle nod, Connor leaving the office while Hank continued to try and get Fowler to keep them on the case, while also giving him a piece of his mind about shipping you off to the FBI. Connor hurried over to your desk, finding you brooding at it, your heart rate almost twice as fast as normal, your face still red as you stared at Perkins in the break area. “The FBI is an excellent opportunity-” Connor started but was cut off by the glare you gave him, his synthetic heart once again racing. Wasn’t this what you wanted to hear?

“So, you want me gone too?” you asked sharply, looking up at him with a glare, jaw clenched and Connor frowned, his LED blinking rapidly between yellow and blue before settling on yellow “no! Of course not! I don’t-... want you to go” he admitted quietly and your hard glare softened slightly as you took him in. Your eyes moved to Hank as he stormed out of Fowler’s office and to his own desk, Connor following your gaze before looking back at you “Lieutenant Anderson and I have been removed from any and all deviant cases” he admitted in a solemn voice, your eyes moving back to him and you frowned, looking down at your ring as you fiddled with the chain int it “what does that mean for you? Are you going to stay, or…?”

“I’ll return to CyberLife to be dismantled, so they can figure out why I failed my mission” he stated calmly, taking in the way you frowned and finally looked up at him “so-... they’ll just, what, kill you?”

“I’m not alive-”

“Bullshit” you hissed, standing up from your chair, walking around your desk, standing close to him “you’re more alive than half the people I know, Connor” you whispered with desperation. “You saved Hank, you gave your life for him!...”

“Officer (Y/L/N)-”

“No! They don’t get to do that!” you hissed, feeling the sting of tears starting to form in your eyes “they don’t get to j-just-... make you and then take you away!” you argued, shaking your head “they don’t get to do that! They don’t get to just-... kill you” you whispered with anger, watching Connor look down at you with those warm brown eyes… his LED flickering between yellow and red and you swore you saw him glance, just briefly, down at your lips, barely a second and you felt your heart race. “They don’t get to take you away just because they’re scared of you” you muttered, trying your hardest to not cry, which you very much felt like doing right now. You bit your lower lip when you started to feel it tremble, looking away from him around the station, your mind racing for a solution while Connor just… looked at you. Everything about you was being stored in his database. The curve of your jaw, the shape of your lips, the color of your hair, it’s length, your eyes… everything was being stored, filed and catalogued, saved along the most important files he had. He took a subtle but deep breath to take in your scent, he allowed himself to feel the heat of your body and how it softly radiated off of you, how it felt against him. If nothing else, he’d remember you until the second they turned him off. He’d remember your face, the first time he saw you, sitting at your desk, working until he’d disturbed you to ask when the Lieutenant would arrive. If he’d forget everything else, he’d make sure you would be the one thing he remembered, all the way to the end…

“And you’re fine with this? Fine with just being-... torn apart?” you asked sharply, Connor’s LED remaining firmly in yellow as he looked down at you, brows furrowing a little and he felt strange… he felt…

“What else can I do-?”

“Solve the damn case” you snapped at him, shaking your head “solve the fucking case, Connor!” you hissed, the determined anger in your eyes fading into something softer, something much softer, more sincere, genuine… “you-... you made me a promise, remember? Are you going to break that?” you asked, hands on your hips, as though you’d just remembered the promise yourself, deciding to use it as a last resort. “No, of course not-”

“Then solve the damn case” you hissed, swallowing the lump in your throat “solve the case and keep your promise to me…” you ordered in a slightly wavering tone, letting out a shaky breath as though you’d gotten something heavy off your chest, your eyes looking over his face, as though you were doing what he’d just done, cataloging everything about him, about how he looked, how it felt standing so close to him, barely inches apart, The silence between the two of you was almost suffocating, standing so close, barely a step would make the two of you touch, chest to chest, his presence almost intoxicating as you closed your eyes, almost as though you reveled in it, taking it in, wanting to remember each second before you opened your eyes and looked up at him “please” you added in a quiet whisper, blinking away a few tears before letting out a shaky breath, leaving for the bathroom, Connor watching you leave before looking back at Hank, his face changing into one of determination and frustration as he walked over to him.

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