What dipshit programmed you to do that?

It’s been roughly six months since a treaty was reached with the city of Detroit and Markus, tensions are still high in certain areas but all in all? It could be way worse. At least, that’s what you tell yourself anyhow. Many people would still sneer at you for even implying you having an opinion; being a part of the first wave of androids being trained by the DPD is arguably one of the greatest honours you could have ever received, and yet...you don’t feel that special. You actually feel more cursed than anything else, and considering the qualms you still have by using the term ‘feel’ speaks volumes. And the cause of this curse? Gavin Reed. It feels like just yesterday you were chosen to work alongside the ray of sunshine known as Detective Reed, and the reason why you specifically were chosen is almost laughable. “You’re the most expressive,” Captain Fowler’s voice rang inside your head. “If anyone can make that stubborn piece of shit turn around, it’s you.” You, not the Android that has been working with the police since before the revolution, but you. Often you wonder if this memory is a virus, propelling you forward into a useless cycle of aggression, clarity, reflection and right back to aggression. Despite working alongside Reed for months anytime you feel yourself getting closer to a compromise, you’re cracked down on even harder. “...scrap…up…!” …? You stop, the soft rumble of static catching your attention as the bustle of the station carries on around you. Officers and criminals alike are moving in tandem in their respective areas, and at first you’re surprised no one is acknowledging the suspicious sound. While you were willing to write it off as a glitch in your audio processors, a glitch like this never lasts for this long. Maybe you should-- “There you are, you piece of shit.” Venom and charged hate, you would recognize that tone anywhere. Gavin Reed marches straight towards you, paper crushed in his left hand while the other trembles. “What the fuck kind of shit were you trying to pull?! Isn’t it supposed to be your job to catch criminals? That’s what we’re being told anyway.” “Yes Detective, it is--” “Good! Glad we both agree! Now, would you care to enlighten me as to how letting a criminal get away is the same as catching them? What does your rusted nut and bolt ridden brain have to say about this, huh?!” Your stare flickers from his face to his hand, LED flashing to yellow as you realise what it is he has crumpled; the report from your last assignment. “Detective Reed, the fugitive had you at gunpoint. While I am fast there was no probable scenario where I could have caught him without you either receiving fatal injury or a life altering one. I did my best to-- “Yeah?! Well it wasn’t good enough! The bastard got away and it’s all on you!” “...didn’t want…” Your vision began to tunnel; tiles fell down into a vast void as everything around you and the detective spiraled out of existence, leaving just the two of you. A sensation began to swell within you, causing you to take a step back and look down at the growing void around you. Was this...fear? As you look up you brace yourself, ready to hear more from your partner about how poorly you did, but there was nothing. Rapidly blinking you swivel around, panic rising as the pieces slowly begin to fall in place in your mind. This is not real. You are shutting down. “I’m sorry…!” That sound, that voice… Looking up reveals a static image of the man who was yelling at you not even moments ago...but an expression of horror and concern was ever present in lieu of his usual angry one. It takes more processing power than it should, but after a moment you’re able to latch onto the sight before you; now that you’re very aware of the impending danger you’re in time seems to be passing at an alarming rate, one wrong step taken and you could be stuck in this void for good. You’ve found your tether in Gavin. The focus on the image expands further and further until it takes up your vision entirely. A rooftop, rain, blue splashed up Gavin’s shirt and neck, the buzz of conversations around you...and you you remember. You wouldn’t let the criminal get away this time. When he sees your pupils move Gavin slumped in on himself, face falling into what could only be described as pure relief. “(Y/N)...? Scraps holy fuck, hey! They’re awake!” You try to stand, but the grip securing you in the Detective’s embrace tightened. You and he both knew it wouldn’t take much effort to break from this entrapment, so when you abandoned the motion to look in his eyes much of Gavin’s resolve faltered. “...never ever pull that shit again, you hear me Scraps?” “But last time I let him get away you said--” “You honestly think listening to me is a good idea? You really are a stupid pile of plastic…”

“Oh calm down, he made it easy.” Kneeling down beside the android, you watched in awe as the faulty face of Detective Gavin Reed spiderwebs back to porcelain white. “'I love you' sounds like something you wouldn't say to me in any other situation, let alone in one like this.” … Silence, stuttering, frequent pausing, then silence once again. “Ok, wow, first of all that’s a shit reason to be so certain.” You finally look up to meet Gavin’s gaze but he isn’t returning the gesture, and you noticed that his tone has lost its usual gruff venom. “Is it though? You’ve made it clear on a consistent basis that you ‘don’t need a partner’ and that ‘you work better alone’. Also something about babysitting?” “That’s not...never fucking mind, just call this in so we can wrap this shit up.” Gavin holds out his hand to you, still not looking your way, but you can see a healthy shade of pink flush across his face.