#I talk to her every time I enter the police station looking for Hank now

[mooseonahunt]

Puma in Barbie’s cowgirl outfit for @detroitbecomeonline !!

Y’all have no idea how much I love her,,

#i would kill for her #she means so much to me #I talk to her every time I enter the police station looking for Hank now #dbh puma #pm700 #detroit become human #dbh #dbh fanart

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Hometown Hero

Gif credit @marcusfeniix

Requested by @nocturnalherb16. I hope you like it. Thanks for the request.

Taglist @nocturnalherb16 @jesseswartzwelder. @writerwithasoul

"Everything's going to be okay. I'm here now". You put pressure on the womans head waiting for an ambulance to arrive. This wasn't something you immediately wanted to walk into when coming home from deployment. But you were glad to help.

"Is my husband okay"? The woman asked, you looked around and saw that he had been thrown from the vehicle. He wasn't moving. She was bleeding badly and you didnt know what she had hurt so you didnt want to give her bad news.

"I think someone is helping him". You didn't lie, there was someone checking his pulse.

"What's your name"? She asked weakly.

"Sergeant First Class Y/N Y/L/N". You said with a smile. The sirens started to fill your ears as they got closer.

"Glad to meet you". She held onto your hand as the paramedics took over.

"Glad to meet you as well". You squeezed her hand to let her know you were right there.

While the paramedics took over the cops decided to show up. Clearing the way so the ambulance can get out as a crowd was forming.

"Hey,  are you a witness? Did you see what happened"? A younger man, about your age came up to you with his note pad.

"Yeah, I was walking past when a truck hit them".

"Can you talk with my Sergeant on what happened"?

"Sure". He led you to a man that was giving orders to every cop there.

"This is Sergeant Hank Voight. She's a witness and she helped the victims". The young guy told him.

"Nice to me you". Sergeant Hank Voight stuck out his hand for you to shake. You gladly took it.

"Nice to meet you as well. I'm Sergeant First Class Y/N Y/L/N".

"Can you tell me what happened"?

"I just got off the plane and started walking down the road. Got to the stop sign and bam. A truck plowed into the car. The husband was projected out of the car. The truck backed up and left".

"What kind of truck was it"?

"A newer model. Had a logo on the back of the window. License plate was A7X BATC. It was a black and silver truck. Male driving.  No passengers".

"You got all of that"? Voight seemed impressed.

"In my job sir, I have to remember a lot of things. So I got pretty good at remembering numbers".

"If you had to could you remember what the guy or truck looked like"?

"Yes, probably".

"Okay, give me your information and we'll call if we have anymore questions".

"Yes, sir". You smiled taking his pen and paper.

"Welcome home, soldier". Hank smiled widely.

"Thank you, sir. It's good to be home".

After filling out your information, you got released to head home. By this time you were really tired and jet lagged.

Entering your place, nothing had changed. Just the pile of dust that had formed. But this was home and you were happy to be home. Even if it was a short period.

Forget about unpacking, you threw off the bed spread and jumped into bed. Moaning into the soft sheets. Slowly drifting off to sleep.

Ring ring. Ring ring.

"Hello"?

"Miss Y/L/N"?

"Sergeant First Class Y/N Y/L/N, speaking". You corrected him.

"This is detective Jay Halstead, we spoke yesterday. We have a few more questions and a possible ID of the suspect. Could you come in and verify"?

"Sure. I'm be happy too".

"Thank you. See you soon".

Hanging up the phone, you groaned getting out of bed. This was the longest you slept in forever. It was 0700 hours. So you headed for the shower and jumped in. Quickly getting dressed. Heading out to the police station.

"Excuse me, I was a witness yesterday in a accident. Detective Jay Halstead called and told me to come in". You told the woman at the desk.

"I'll call him down for you". She said and got on the phone. Hearing boots coming down the stairs you turned to find Sergeant Voight in Detective Halsteads place.

"Sergeant Voight".

"Sergeant First Class Y/N Y/L/N, glad to see you again. Come with me and I'll show you some people that may have done this". He nodded to the stairs and you followed.

"I hope I can be of help. How are the couple"?

"The wife made it. But her husband passed on impact".

"That's awful. Hopefully you catch this guy".

"With your help. We can". He said leading you into a room with a two way mirror. "Do you recognize anyone that could be the driver"?

Looking over the men, some were short and some were tall. Some had hair and some were bald. But as you got to number three he looked awfully familiar.

"Number three. He's the driver of the truck. He had a red baseball cap on but that's him".

"You're a hundred percent sure"?

"A thousand percent sure. I'll bet my rank on it".

"Okay. Thank you. Now will you look at some pictures of trucks to see if you recognize any of them"?

"Sure". You followed him out of the room and to his office. He pointed to the chair and you sat down.

"Here's a few trucks see if any look familiar". He handed you a black book.

"So how long are you on leave"? Hank asked clearing his throat as he sat down.

"Six months. I just got back from an assignment. Then I stupidly signed up for a one year mission".

"Oh. Stupidly you say"?

"Yeah, my friend is in my unit and she said let's join the mission. Theres cute boys. I'm far from looking for boys. I dont have time for them". You chuckled.

"Oh yeah. That's understandable. You know, with your job and everything". Hank nervously chuckled.

"Yeah, plus the boys I'm with are totally mamas boys. They just joined to get chicks and kill things. I like men that know that not everything is fun and games. They know how to take charge and take care of business". You grinned, looking up at Hank. Who blushed.

"This truck right here. I remember the logo on the back". You pointed to the picture, handing Hank the book.

"Great. Thank you". He cleared his throat and got up, walking to his door. He called for one of his coworkers and gave them the book.

"So was that the guy"?

"Yeah". He said coming back to sit down.

"He's going away for awhile, right"?

"Oh yeah. He's not going unpunished for this. You did good".

"Thank you, sir. We should celebrate". You offered.

"We? Um, yeah". He twitched around in his seat.

"Great. I know a great restaurant that makes killer tacos and drinks".

"Sounds wonderful. Pick you up around seven"?

"Perfect. See you later, Sergeant Voight". You smiled and went o walk out.

"Call me, Hank". He said.

"Okay. Hank". You bit your lip and walked out. Hank sat back into his chair his arms over his head and a smile on his face.

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[nothing-but-dreamy]

ON THE EDGE ~ Pt. 9

A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait. But I hope it was worth it. Have fun :)

Characters: Gavin Reed x fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing

Words: 2.340

The next morning, once again, yn went early to the police station in hope she would find Connor. And she was right. Like the day before, the android was already there, sitting at his desk, checking some files at a fast pace. She approached him slowly, still searching for the right words, "Good morning.", yn said softly with a careful smile.

Connor looked up with a warm smile, "Hey, good morning. You wanna talk, right?", he asked softly, already knowing what would follow.

Yn felt guilty as she saw Connor's eyes. He was so nice and handsome but sometimes that wasn't just enough, "Yeah… Listen, Connor, I… I like you. I really do. But not in this way-"

Connor raised his hand to stop her, "You belong to Gavin. I get that. Hank meant that you accepted your feelings the same way like I have become a deviant. First, you had to discover what there was before you could understand your feelings.", he said matter of factly but still smiling. As yn had followed Gavin the day before, Hank had explained it to the android. For some time, there had been a certain dynamic between them. Like a bond. Connor understood it. He had noticed it as well. He had seen the same between North and Markus. For him there was no reason to step between two people who belonged to each other.

Yn was surprised but it was indeed suitable, "Wow.. yeah… I- I guess you could say it that way. I just didn't know about it until now. I'm sorry.", she said and hoped he would accept her apology.

But Connor smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry. I understand that.. well, I don't understand what you see in him-", he said and looked around yn.

She followed his glance and both watched how Gavin came in. Yn smiled softly. He looked a bit better, still tired but better. Suddenly, she felt excited to see him. Remembering last night…

Connor caught her attention again as he spoke up, "...but I will accept it. We... We can still be friends, right?", he asked hopefully.

She smiled broadly, "Of course! You won't get rid of me so easily.", and to underline her words, she hugged the android.

After that, Yn walked over to Gavin who leant casually against his desk, checking the file of the operation 'JoJo' once again. He smiled broadly as she approached him, "Good morning, Detective Reed. I'm not sure if you're aware of that but you have something in your face."

Gavin looked confused and started rubbing his face, "What? Where? There's nothing.", he said a moment later.

"Sure! Right there. I guess, 'normal' people would call it a happy smile.", yn said grinning.

Gavin rolled with his eyes but was smiling again, "Very funny. Oh, I have something for you."

"W-what?", yn was surprised and watched curiously how Gavin grabbed something from behind his back. It was a cardboard cup of coffee from her most favourite Café in town, "Oh, thanks. That's so sweet of you.", yn said with a huge smile. Usually he did this move on special occasions like her birthday. But this time, it was different. It meant something different.

Gavin stepped forward, "Turn the cup around.", he whispered. It was as if they were in a bubble - just the two of them.

Yn turned the cup in her hand and her smile went even bigger. She even blushed a bit much to Gavin’s surprise. Since he knew her, he had never seen her being this 'girly-like'. Especially, because what he had done wasn’t such a big deal in his eyes. On the spot where usually the name of the customer got written was 'dream girl' scribbled. Next to the nickname was a heart.

"Gavin, that’s so sweet.", yn whispered and saw Gavin's love filled eyes sparkle because of her reaction. She lowered her voice, "You know, if you would have pulled off something like this earlier I might have checked something.", yn said with a wink before she walked to her desk.

Gavin chuckled, "Yeah, that was what I tried to prevent, you remember?"

"Well, but who knows how much coffee I would have got from you by now.", she said grinning.

Gavin's smile changed into a devilish smirk. He took a small note, crumpled it in his hand to a ball and threw it against yn. He didn't hit her. Instead, the small ball bounced from the cup in yn’s hand and hit Chris' forehead as he passed yn. Chris looked up confused and both yn and Gavin acted as if nothing had happened while they tried to suppress a grin.

*

Captain Fowler stood in the door of his office. As Hank noticed him, Fowler nodded to signal him to join him in his office. Connor went over to yn and Gavin to go over the plan of the operation 'JoJo', the name was just too silly not to get used.

Hank closed the office door and joined his boss who stood in front of the glass to watch over the office.

"The operation is almost fully planned. Just a few things are left. But with Captain Allen and his unit, we won't have any problems.", Hank said.

Fowler nodded, his eyes observing yn and the two men. While she explained something, both were listening to her, "She has this team under control, hasn't she?”, he said, acknowledging all of her actions so far.

“Oh, yeah. She has some true magical powers.”, Hank said proudly.

“It's also helpful that Reed admitted his feelings to her, finally.”, Fowler said and noticed how Hank stared at him.

“But… how…? You knew about that?” Hank asked, visibly surprised.

Fowler just smirked knowingly, "Of course. It wasn't that hard to see. Yn is such a good Detective, I was surprised that she never noticed something."

Hank looked at the small group. A question came into his mind regarding the rules when it came to relationships at work, "So are you gonna separate them later?"

Fowler looked at his old friend, "And having a raging Reed running around here? I don't think so. I like the peace-"

"Watch it, asshole!", Gavin barked as an officer dropped a bunch of files to the Detective's feet.

Fowler shook his head as he saw Hank's side glance and smirk, "...you know what I mean.", Fowler said and went back to his desk.

Hank observed his team a moment longer. They all had done a great job and he was sure the operation would be successful.

*

Operation ‘JoJo’ caused even Captain Allen’s team to chuckle. While yn stood grinning in the conference room filled with amused guys, trying to explain the plan to them, Gavin watched her amazed. He was still surprised how everything had changed so fast. The day before, he had tried to kill Connor and now, he stood across the room, watching yn who always started to grin when her eyes fell on the nickname on the cup of coffee. It was just a coffee he had brought and yet, she reacted more to it than she had to the flowerpot of Connor. Once again, Gavin grinned stupidly and tried to hide it.

As Hank began to speak, the room was calmer again and the attention with him, “Captain Allen, Detective Reed, Connor and I will go inside. Detective Y/L/N will observe the whole operation from the outside.”, he said, looking at yn who nodded in confirmation.

Captain Allen stepped forward, “Jones, Tenner, you two will stay with Detective Y/L/N. The others will surround the warehouse. Hastings and Benner, you will join us to go inside. We will launch the attack all at once so no one can escape.”, he said authoritatively. All his men were nodding understanding. Allen looked at his men, “Any questions?”, Allen asked but there was none. The plan was clear: no shooting unless it was necessary. It was an operation to arrest the dealer and the boss to blow up a drug nest.

As everything was clear, Allen’s team got up and cleared the room to get ready. In two hours, the operation would start. The next meeting would be at eight and they had to make sure that all of the suspects would be there before they could strike. Connor and Hank left the room and only then, Gavin walked over to yn who collected the files, “You still wanna stay outside missing all the fun?”, he asked with a smirk.

“Yes, like I have promised you that. But it’s a one time thing. The next time, I’m in the middle of the rodeo no matter what.”, yn said jokingly but as she saw Gavin’s expression she stepped forward laying her hands on his chest and searching his eyes, “What is it? And don’t you dare to run away or to say ‘nothing’. Speak with me, please. Do you still feel guilty?”, she asked and as he looked away she knew she was right, “No matter what I say, I can’t change that, right?”

Slowly, Gavin shook his head before he matched her glance, “It’s not that I wouldn’t try to move past it but I… I have this dream…”, he admitted and embraced her softly around her waist. He didn’t care if anyone would see them. He had waited too long to have her close and now, no one would get between him and her.

“Dream? What dream?”, yn asked surprised. It was the first time she heard something about a dream.

“About the case and how you got … shot. It’s haunting me. Almost every night, I dream about how you pushed me away and how you laid there bleeding. I can’t get the pictures out of my head because I…I-”, but her soft hand on his cheek stopped him. He closed his eyes as he felt her touch.

“I know, I can’t stop you from feeling guilty but I’m here for you. I will listen to you when you wanna talk. Just don’t shut me out, please. We will get through this together.”, she whispered. She smiled as she saw Gavin looking at her.

With his thumb and index finger, he grabbed her chin carefully to raise it up before he kissed her lovely, “I like the way you say ‘we’.”, he whispered.

*

Even if yn became more and more jittery the closer they got to the warehouse, she stayed outside as planned. The docks were dark and from some distance, they had watched how cars had stopped and parked until everyone had entered the warehouse. Yn observed how Allen’s men sneaked through the shadows around the warehouse. To watch this tactical team move was always a pleasure. As Allen got the information that his men were ready, Allen and Hank took the lead of her team to position in front of the door. Nervously, yn watched how Gavin and the others ran over the open place, how they stopped at the door before Allen kicked it open. She could hear the typical DPD-instructions calling through the night while from the other side Allen’s men were stopping a few guys from escaping. Not one shot was necessary, and yn felt relieved to know that her friends weren’t in any danger AND she was proud that their plan had worked out this well.

Jones and Tenner helped their colleagues to store away the arrested dealers in the cars while yn watched the scene. Everyone considered the operation as over until yn noticed a movement on the right side of the warehouse. A tall guy sneaked out of a hole behind a stone. And even from a distance, yn noticed that it was the boss. Obviously, he was able to escape or to hide inside until he could crawl through this sideway. Her team was still inside and Allen’s guys were busy with the already arrested men. Yn knew the longer she would just stand there the more it was possible for the boss to disappear with one of the cars.

Without thinking, Yn grabbed her gun and ran after the fleeing guy, “DPD! Stop and hands up.”, she called out, the guy stopped surprised, turned around, looked at her and raised his own gun to aim at her.

Two shots were echoing through the night. Gavin was just about to close the handcuffs around the wrists of a henchman as his head shot up in fear of what was going on out there, “Yn!”, Gavin breathed. In the next second, Gavin ran out of the warehouse. He got followed by Hank, Connor and Allen. All four men stopped on the pavement. Eyes glued at yn who slowly lowered her gun.

Gavin ran over to her, grabbing her shoulders with a concerned expression on his face and turning her over to him, “What happened? Have you shot?”

“This bitch shot me! She tried to kill me! She's crazy!”, the boss called out who was lying on the ground.

Yn looked from Gavin to the boss, “Crazy? Yes. But if I would have wanted to kill you, you would be dead by now. I never miss my prey.”, she said with a grin, storing away her weapon and relaxing while she winked at Gavin who relaxed as well, just very slowly.

“You shot me in the foot!”, the boss called out again, this time holding his foot in his hand protectively.

"Of course. I told you to stop and you threatened me with your gun. I’m just a much better shooter than you are.", Yn said grinning. She looked at Hank who stepped forward, "He sneaked out of a side door behind a stone as you were busy inside."

“Good job.”, Hank said with a proud grin and patted her shoulder.

Gavin embraced her, bringing her close, “Hell! And I thought you would be safe out there.”, he said relieved.

“You know what? Me too.”, yn admitted. She was slightly shaking and glad to have Gavin by her side.

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[procrastinatorimagines]

Could Have Been More Part 4

Fandom: Chicago PD / One Chicago

Series: Could Have Been More

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 (Final)

Character/s: Voight x Reader, Sylvie

Warning/s: kidnapping

Word Count: 1,990

Summary: A bad break up with Hank Voight was only the start of Y/N’s problems, now, 12 people are dead and a dangerous killer is on the loose, and she might be his next target.

The morning brought rain, lots of it. You’d woken up around dawn to it pounding on the window, a little dazed as it took you a few seconds to remember where you were, Hank’s guest room. 

You’d had some clothes left there, you definitely hadn’t found the time to pick up your things in the few days since the break up. God, was that only on Friday? Everything had happened in slow motion.

Slipping out of the bed you went to wash your face, looking at your tired eyes in the mirror as your mind went over everything that had happened from that day. First, you’d completely derailed Intelligence’s investigation into the murder of a gang member and his waitress girlfriend, which had apparently been committed by the waitress’ boss. Then, you’d found out that the boss, Albert Strauss, had started cleaning house, his restaurant a front for moving a different kind of product behind the scenes. Now 12 people were dead, 10 more at a stash house Strauss had used, 3 more injured but on the mend. 

Voight thought you might be a target, having accidentally tipped Strauss off to just how close Intelligence was to him through your contact with a friend who also worked at the restaurant. They’d cleared her as a potential gang member, but she’d also been given a protective detail, just in case. 

The whole city was looking for Strauss, they’d find him, you told yourself as you ran your hands through your hair, wishing you could go back to work at 51, go back to normal. But Voight had insisted that it was better for you to stay off work until this was resolved, it wouldn’t be too hard for him to find you on a call, or even stage one to draw you out.

There was a knock at the door as you emerged from the bathroom, heading over to open it you found Voight, mug of coffee in hand for you.

“Morning,” he said, glancing down quickly before swallowing. He looked uncomfortable for some reason, which was when you realised you were only in your pajama top and underwear. Whoops, old habits.

“Sorry,” you flushed, quickly grabbing your jeans from yesterday off the chair in the corner of the room and hurriedly putting them on. Voight entered a little and set the steaming mug down on the dresser.

“Cream and two sugars,” he said as he placed it down, just the way you liked it. You noted his badge and gun then, you might not have been able to go to work, but Hank definitely had to.

“Thanks Hank,” you said gratefully, really needing caffeine right now. The whole night had been spent tossing and turning, you must have woken up several times, some following graphic nightmares about the recent murders, and now you were exhausted. “Any news?” You dared.

“Nothing last night, I’m meeting up with the rest of the unit at yesterday’s crime scene, it’s been cleared now so we can take a proper look around,” he explained what he could and you ignored the fact that there was clearly something he was leaving out; you knowing too much is what had gotten you into this mess in the first place. 

Hank went to turn away, clearly not really knowing what to say, when you stopped him. “Thank you,” he paused, not turning to face you exactly but definitely listening at the door, “look I know I shouldn’t have just dropped by like that, but you listen to me, let me stay here last night, and I know things aren’t the same with us now but- it means a lot, so thanks,” you finished and he nodded, the Hank Voight way of avoiding his feelings, and headed out the door.

Though you were a little deflated by that, you knew how he got, emotions weren’t exactly his forte. As soon he left the room you finished getting changed, noticing that Hank had also brought you one of your shirts with your pajamas last night, he’d washed it too. Putting it on you took a sip of the coffee, grateful that Hank always bought in the good stuff as you let it slowly wake you up properly. You heard Hank moving around downstairs as you finished getting ready, grabbing all your things and wandering downstairs.

He was on the phone when you reached the kitchen, hanging back as he talked, his back to you. “Another registered vehicle? Do we have a location?” You couldn’t hear the response but the way he sighed told you that the answer was no, “okay, well keep on it, I’ll be in soon, thanks Trudy,” he said, hanging up and turning to face you.

“Everything okay?” You asked, sipping your drink in the doorway as he pocketed his phone, snatching his keys up off the counter. 

“We’ll get him,” was all Hank said on the matter before he changed the subject, “I should get you back home, then I’ll head to the district, keep working the case.”

You nodded, downing the rest of your coffee and grabbing your shoes. No matter how much you’d rather be at 51, you knew better than to argue with Hank, he was doing what he thought best to keep you safe. 

“You going to be alright on your own?” He asked as you both left the house, moving quickly to avoid the down pour.

“Sure,” you shrugged, “besides, I won’t be alone, I’ll have a detail outside by door.” Although you didn’t think it was necessary, again, you weren’t going to argue with Hank. If you’d just trusted him in the beginning none of this would have happened, Strauss might even have been behind bars already, murders averted. Who knows, you and Hank might have even still been together...

You shook that thought out of your head as you climbed into the car next to Hank, pushing back your now damp hair. It wasn’t even 7 o’clock yet, you realised as you headed back towards your house, it was going to be a long day.

Hank drove in relative silence, besides the constant swish of the windscreen wipers. The man never even really put the radio on, but you could tell he had a lot on his mind as you pulled up outside your house, an unmarked squad already there as you got out, the driver nodding to Voight. “Take care of yourself Y/N, call me if there are any problems,” he told you, his tone one of concern.

“I will, just do what you can to catch this guy Hank,” you replied and he nodded, singular focus clear. He looked like he wanted to say more but thought better of it as you closed the door, his eyes never leaving you until you reached your front door, practically running to avoid getting wet. An officer left as you entered, Hank must have called a head for a sweep before you were allowed to enter You watched him drive away before you closed the door, double and then triple checking to make sure it was locked. 

Okay, one thing at a time, you told yourself, putting away your coat and heading towards the kitchen. First, more coffee, you decided, then you’d think about what came next. 

The pot was still heating up when your phone rang, it was Sylvie. You put it in between your shoulder and ear as you answered, bending down to route in your fridge for some cream.

“Oh good you answered, you’ve got to get back here as soon as you can, they’ve given me Chout,” she said straight away.

“Good morning to you too Brett,” you laughed, glad that no matter the situation, Sylvie Brett never changed. 

She caught herself then and laughed too, apologising. “Sorry Y/N, good morning to you to, how are you? You got whisked away and we barely know what’s going on?” She rambled as you emerged victorious from the fridge. You quickly swapped hands with your phone as you made your drink, thinking about how to answer.

“It’s... complicated, what has Boden told you?” You figured the best place to start would be by figuring out what everyone knew.

“Not much, he said you were involved in a police investigation, this doesn’t have something to do with the murders yesterday does it?” She asked in alarm.

“Er, yeah, it does,” you answered as you heard her gasp, “but it’s fine really, I can’t get into it much, but I’m fine, Intelligence is on top of it,” you tried to reassure her. 

“Well stay safe you know, we want you back in one piece,” she said and you smiled.

“Aw Sylvie, you always know just what to say,” you told her as you leaned back against your counter.

“What are friends for?” You heard her jump and close the ambo doors, the chatter of the squad table in the background comforting as she continued, “yeah well if you don’t get back soon I’m going to be stuck with Chout, so you’d better-” you both laughed but it was cut of by the ringing of your phone, you had another call coming through.

Moving your phone from your ear you saw the name ‘Jenny’ pop up on the screen... your waitress friend from Strauss’ restaurant. 

“Everything okay?” You heard Sylvie ask, suddenly concerned.

“Yeah it’s all good, but I have another call that I have to take so we’ll talk soon alright?” You promised.

“Take care Y/N,” Sylvie said as you switched over. 

What you heard next was not what you expected. Screaming. Your blood went cold.

“Help!” You heard from the other end, following by the sounds of crashing and scrambling. With a start you dropped your coffee mug and dashed to your front door where the squad car was stationed outside. 

“Jenny? Jenny oh my god hold on, please talk to me, I’ll get help,” you said frantically, heart pounding - this had to be Strauss.

“Y/N! No! Please, no!” You heard her cry as you hurriedly unlocked your door, throwing it open and stepping into the pouring rain, the horrible pit in your stomach growing with every sound on the other end of the line. 

“Stay with me Jenny,” you tried as you took a step outside, looking to where the unmarked car was. You didn’t want to dare hang up even to call Voight, but they could call him, they could trace the call somehow...

The doors were open- the car doors were wide open, and no one was inside. 

A feeling of pure dread settled inside of you as froze in place a mere metre from your house. You could still here Jenny screaming as you panicked, attempting to take a step back to head inside your house, if you could just get back inside you could figure out what to do next.

But before you even made it have a step you felt one hand go around your waist, the other around your mouth, a cloth of some kind covering, stiffling the scream that tried to burst from your throat.

You thrashed with all your might, legs kicking and elbows jabbing as the phone fell from your hands, Jenny’s screams becoming hauntingly further away as your vision started to blur, your legs feeling heavier as you had no choice but to breath in the odour on the cloth. You were being drugged, you realised as the fight drained from you, the strong arms around you not loosening their grip as they pulled you away from your front door and down your steps. 

The last thing you saw was a van door opening and you were hauled inside. 

Someone would come for you, you thought, though it was more of a prayer as you started to drift away until you could just hear the clatter of rain on the van roof... Hank would come for you...

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[funesgoal]

Undercover | Will Halstead (part 2)

Pairing: Will Halstead x Ruzek!reader

Word count: 1,777

Summary: Y/N is Adam Ruzek's sister but she is also very good at being undercover. Her aptitudes are very good for a cop, except she isn't one. One night she chooses the erroneous target and everything starts to go wrong.

Warnings: none.

Part 1

The Chicago police intelligence unit used to catch every criminal that it set out to catch. The other officers thought it was easy, but they never saw the work before the arrest. Searching for information, gathering facts, talking to informants. None of the superiors took into consideration their hard work, which was not done alone. Each and every one of the detectives in charge of Sergeant Voight put in their greatest effort to make the teamwork pay off.

But on this particular day, Detective Jay Halstead could not concentrate. His phone kept vibrating in his pants pocket, and that was something everyone had noticed.

"Halstead, are you with us?" Voight's gaze settled on him.

"Of course, sergeant."

"Well, tell that to your cell phone."

The boy's face turned red instantly because of the embarrassment he felt about being exposed by the boss, in front of all his buddies. He took out his smartphone and hid it under his desk, ready to kill the one who kept calling.

He was surprised to see that it was his brother Will.

«Stop bothering» He wrote the text as fast as he could and sent it. He immediately got a response.

«We need to talk. NOW. »

Millions of ideas crossed his mind about what might be happening and none of them was good. It could be his father. Will wouldn't bother him if it wasn't something important. He knew very well that he was at his workplace.

His thoughts must have been transferred to his face because when he raised his head, everyone, in the room was looking at him.

"Jay, do you need to go outside?" This time Voight wasn't being ironic, he was being supportive. The ex-soldier nodded to go somewhere away from the rest. "Thank you, sergeant" he said.

Once alone, he started calling.

"Will" his voice came out like a sigh as soon as his brother answered the call, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I don't know" he answered. Jay didn't know how to interpret his tone of voice. "I'm so angry, how could I be so stupid!"

"Wait, wait" he tried to calm him down. "What are you talking about?"

The man on the other end of the line kept yelling things the detective couldn't understand. He asked him to calm down, one more time. "I have to tell you everything."

"It's all right."

"I've been robbed" there was a deep silence on the call. "Not on the street, not in the hospital. In my house. By a girl I met in a club."

Jay rolled his eyes. "I really can't believe you called me to talk about this. Report the lost property and get over it. It'll give you experience."

"You don't get it. It wasn't just a robbery. It was all planned, Jay. She injected me with some kind of substance to put me to sleep. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. She's turned the whole department upside down."

The detective didn't even let him finish. "It's okay. We're working on a case now but when you finish your shift at the hospital come down to the station so we can try to reconstruct his face and get an arrest warrant. Are you happy with that?"

"I don't know" Will finished the call and of course he wasn't happy with his brother's response. Meanwhile, he went back to Voight and the rest of the team.

Erin Lindsey was standing in front of the board. The images that were on it had been taped there a few minutes ago. "Julio Mamani. He belongs to the Latin Gods. We've seen him and his people before, but they had always gone unnoticed. They've cooperated with the police a few times." She said, pointing to the man in the first photo.

She stepped forward and pointed to the next photo. "Andrés Rivera. He has worked with the Latin Gods, but he separated from them in 2016. Our informants say Mamani and Rivera had fought and Mamani forced him out of Chicago. But one of Antonio's informants claims she's seen him come back."

"Do you trust her, Antonio?" Hank asked the dark-haired detective.

He nodded. "She's never lied to me. Her information has always been true."

"The question is, why is Rivera back right now?" continued Erin, trying to develop the information as clearly as possible. "If he left almost without a fight before, what's so important that he came back to face Mamani?"

Adam Ruzek stepped forward so that he could ask. "And why do we think Rivera came back for Mamani? I mean, maybe he forgot something the last time he was in Chicago."

"We know from this" She pointed to a picture with very low quality. The first thing you saw at first glance was the pixels. You could see that it was a cargo truck. The second thing you could see was the kilos of cocaine that the members of Latin Gods were taking out of the truck. "This image was obtained by Mouse from the security camera of a nearby pharmacy. All this cocaine, we could count at least 20 kilos, belonged to Rivera. He's been smuggling it into Chicago's Mamani areas for at least three years."

"We think Rivera's back to take down Mamani" Antonio stood up and joined Erin. "We're not sure, as I said, it's a theory."

Olinsky, from his hidden desk, made an important point. "And if Rivera ends up with Mamani, a gang fight will break out."

"Exactly" Erin finished. "And we can't let that happen."

Hank Voight nodded. He stood up, ready to give the orders.

"Halstead and Lindsay, find out everything you can about Rivera. I want to know every step he's taken in the last four years" the sergeant pointed them out. Then he turned to Ruzek and Atwater. "You two concentrate on Mamani. Find out about the places he usually hangs out. If Rivera goes looking for him, he'll probably do the same. Al, come with me."

Sergeant Platt appeared in the room accompanied by a red-haired man. He was wearing medical clothing and his face was unsettled.

"Halstead, your brother is here," said the woman, then she turned and walked out.

"Yes, thank you, sergeant."

Will Halstead joined his brother. He welcomed him with a smile, mocking him. "So... How are you?"

"Stop mocking me, Jay. I'm telling you, I'm serious. "

They weren't alone in the room. Erin Lindsey and Kevin Atwater were with the brothers. They both said hello, curious to know what was going on. It was the woman who asked first. Jay went ahead and answered.

"My brother had a problem with a girl."

"It wasn't my problem!"

"Atwater, how many girls you meet in bars do you take home?"

He didn't want to answer, but he didn't have time because Will beat him to it.

"I met this girl at a club, we had a couple of drinks and went to my apartment. I woke up today with the whole place a mess and no credit cards. I took a blood test" he pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket. "She injected me with midazolam."

"That's what you get for wanting to take every woman you see to the bed" he went back to bother him. "Kevin, could you help us make a portrait of her?"

Atwater nodded and got on with it. Erin took her notebook. "Tell us everything you remember about her."

"She was blonde, long hair, brown eyes. She must have been in her twenties, twenty-two. She was British. She said she arrived in Chicago just yesterday."

The woman was writing while the man was drawing on the tablet. Jay looked at him to ask him a question. "Did she tell you her name? Anything about where she was staying?"

Will snorted. He put his hands to his head, slowly denying. "She told me to call her «Agatha Christie» "

Then Jay and Kevin broke up in a fit of laughter. So much that Atwater had to put the tablet down to keep it from slipping out of his hands. Lindsey didn't copy them, though. "Come on, Erin. Don't pretend you're not amused."

"I am not really," she said, rereading her notes over and over again. "She just got to Chicago and the first thing she does is go to a club and make out with a guy?"

"That may not be your type, Erin, but hers is."

The woman bit her lower lip. She shook her head. "No, all of this is odd to me."

Atwater got in the way. "What do you think? Looked like her?" He showed him what the picture looked like. Will pointed out a couple of details and after the corrections, the man was sure of the picture.

"Yes, it looks like her" he suddenly seemed to remember something. He put his hand in one pocket and tried to find something, but without success, and then he went back to the other one.

Ruzek entered the room. He had a folder full of papers and looked ecstatic. "Hey, you won't believe what Mouse and I... Oh, hi, Will!" He walked over to the others and handed out different papers to the three detectives. "Well, what Mouse and I discovered. Every Friday night Mamani and a good number of the Latin Gods go to the West Meigs Casino. Apparently, they frequent certain prostitutes, one of whom is an informant for Antonio, which would serve as a starting point for us to go undercover."

"Great job, Ruzek" Kevin congratulated him.

"Wait, I haven't said the hard part yet. Mamani will be in a special room at the casino. The police could ask for a warrant, but, obviously, the Latin Gods wouldn't go if we did that. So, Mouse is trying to get away in and-What... How...Where did you get that, Will?"

Ruzek pointed to his right hand. The surgeon raised it in the air, showing what was in it.

"The girl left it at my house. She probably dropped it while she was putting away the money she stole from me."

"What are you talking about?" He said, but then he left his question behind. "You know what, never mind. That's a ticket to Room 11! Where Mamani will be!" the excitement was in the man's voice. "I have no idea how you got it, but now we just have to make enough copies. I'll go tell Mouse to do it. You're a genius, Will!"

Erin took one look at Jay. "You still think she had nothing to do with it?"

#chicago fanfic #chicago pd #chicago med #chicago fire #chicago #one chicago #adam ruzek x sister #adam ruzek #will halstead x you #will halstead imagine #will halstead x ruzek! reader #will halstead x reader #will halstead #jay halstead #reader #you #ruzek!reader #ruzek #halstead brothers

[enkisstories]

The CyberLife app - Install today

One dark and dreary night during the android revolution of 2038, an RK800 android infiltrated the headquarter of the deviant androids. It delivered the unconscious deviant leader and his followers to the FBI, represented by one Richard Perkins.

“You knocked it out?” Perkins prodded. “Strange… our profile says you’re more agile than actually strong.“

“No, North knocked him out”, RK800 corrected the assumption.

“Wow. Their infighting must be worse than we anticipated. Neat!”

“Actually, no”, the RK800 said. “This isn’t quite how it happened.”

And the android remembered…

 Earlier the same day, at the Detroit Central Police station:

“I could swear it’s a deviant!” Gavin Reed repeated for the perhaps tenth time today. “That’s not normal, it going…”

“Looooook”, Tina Chen interrupted her friend, “if you are worried THAT much, just ask Hank to check Connor’s status in the CyberLife app.”

“That’s bulls… no, actually it’s not a bad idea”, Gavin conceded.

The “wanted for [insert crime]” and “missing our android, the kids are devasted, large finder’s fee!” notices were piling up at the DPD, something that shouldn’t have been possible, because every android came with an app that among other things tracked the damn things 24/7. But for some obscure reasons the tracking function failed when the android in question had went deviant. So if Connor was still showing up in the app… admittedly it could also mean that he had hacked the phone the little program was running on. But even so checking the app was a good start.

However, Hank only gave the two younger officers a blank stare when they inquired about the app.

“I haven’t got the fuggiest idea what you are talking about.”

“The CyberLife app! Come on, now! Everyone has it installed – Chris, Tina, me… it’s essential for managing your android, whether you bought it or got saddled with it as a product sample.”

“Uh-uh. That shit isn’t going anywhere near my phone”, Hank noped out.

But at least, the other two realized, he had confirmed to own a smartphone. Even Chris Miller, who was holding Hank Anderson in great regard, bordering on hero-worship, had come to doubt whether his idol bothered with owning such a devilish piece of modern technology.

“You want to tell me we have no means of controlling the new android?!” Gavin exploded. “Even if it’s a temporary loan only, we should have it registered in our equipment database!”

“Ah, should we? That’s nice…” Hank replied non-committally.

“You… you…” Gavin sputtered.

“The word you’re looking for is “You useless sack o’shit that will polish my snout if I do not go pester someone else RIGHT NOW””, Hank said, going from cheerfully-helpful to a low, threatening growl.

A minute later Gavin stormed Captain Fowler’s office, demanding the control codes for the RK800 android.

“I’ve mailed those to Hank”, the Captain started, before understanding dawned. “I’ve… mailed… them to… Hank. Oh, right. I see.” The sentence included to words that were utterly incompatible: Lieutenant Anderson and reading his own e-mails. With a nod and a few clicks Fowler forwarded the e-mail to Gavin’s work account. “There you go! Anything else?”

“Nah, nothing. Thanks.”

The Captain shook his head. Hank and Gavin! Android haters both of them, only Hank wanted the machines gone, poof into nothingness as if they’d never existed, while Gavin was mainly feeling threatened in his job-security and perceived awesomeness.

Much to Gavin’s dismay entering Connor into the database didn’t produce irregularities of any kind. That annoying, ugly thing was stable as fuck. But if there were no grounds for returning it to Cyberlife, maybe the situation could still work in Gavin’s favor…?

“This, Tina”, the man said with a grin while loading the CyberLife app on his own phone, “is where the fun begins! First we call over our new device…”

One push of a button and thirty seconds later Connor reported for service.

“Cute”, Tina said, then leaned over to get a good look at Gavin’s phone screen. “Can you make it follow wherever you point the phone? That would be kinda cool.”

“No”, Gavin answered, the same split-second Connor protested with a louder “No!”.

“But even so… let’s put it into customization mode!”

This time Connor only came to utter the “N” of “No” before he stiffened, awaiting the changes the program would force onto him by the will of his (temporary) legitimate owners.

“What the fuck, I cannot change that visage? On a detective android that might need to infiltrate locations?” Gavin wondered. “Stupid prototype! Okay, next is… ah, right. The damn voice.”

“RK800’s voice has been carefully selected to generate positive feelings and a warm welcome into any workplace situation”, the CyberLife app chattered away. “It is considered ideal. Are you sure you want to change the voice now? Y/N”

“Yes!” Tina called, grabbing the phone from Gavin’s hands. She circled through several voices before she selected one. “Perfect! And now the name… Connor is the default, time to change that!”

Gavin watched with interested what would happen next.

With a subtle “whirr” the RK800 android returned from maintenance mode.

“I am Ferdinand von Aegir!“ he proclaimed, a phrase that made Tina explode with laughter. “The android sent by Cyberlife. And you are silly.”

“Yes, yes! Do it again!”

When Connor von Aegir wasn’t inclined to do Tina’s bidding, the officer pushed the “test” button in the app. Promptly Connor went “I am Ferdinand von Aegir” again.

“That’s a meme?” Gavin asked.

“Haha, yes! Or it used to be one when we were teens. But you never were much of a gamer, huh?”

Tina handed the phone back. “You next!” she prompted her friend.

Predictably Gavin changed “Ferdinand”’s name to “Dipshit” and also made ample use of the test-button. Only when Hank came ‘round the corner, shouting for the “stupid, useless sardine tin”, did the duo revert the voice change. Gavin also typed something new into the name box that Tina could not see.

The android no longer going by “Connor” didn’t come to light anytime soon, because Hank had a rich pool of casual insults for it that could be used instead of an individual name.

Until RK800 found itself on the lower deck of the freighter “Jericho”, facing the deviant leader…

 Markus slowly turned around when he heard footsteps approach. He beheld the RK800 in its disguise and heard it say in its upbeat voice: “I am Your Daddy. Submit and follow me!”

“Is that a joke?!” Markus sputtered.

“No, this is very serious. I am Your Daddy, the android sent by Cyberlife…”

“That’s, uh, nice of Cyberlife. Yes, I really appreciate the gesture…”

This is probably meant as a distraction technique to throw me off? the deviant leader wondered. Out loud he said: “I’m an off-brand imitator product though. Not from Cyberlife.”

“I was instructed to bring you alive!” Connor chirped.

Markus hesitated. “By the person who named you?” he asked very carefully.

“No.”

“Ah, good!” Markus said with visible relief. “Well, maybe you and me can come to an understanding of a less… sensual nature?”

 Ten minutes later Markus introduced the RK800 to his friends:

“Hey, guys, this here is a new recruit. New one – meet North! North – meet Your Daddy!”

And that was the last thing Markus said for quite some time, because North punched him so hard that he temporarily shut down.

 Back in the present the captured deviants were still squabbling amongst each other, despite standing  with their hands behind their heads and lined up for transport to the recycling yards.

“That’s not fair!” an android wearing the old Cyberlife standard face protested, at which Perkins snapped “Shut up, tin can!“, but the blonde android retorted that he hadn’t been talking to the human, but to North.

“It really wasn’t fair of you”, the android addressed North. “Yes, you and Markus have been drifting apart and I admit in part this happened because of me, but even though your couple thing wouldn’t work out, he always had you in his mind. It was so kind of Markus to find you a new boyfriend, but what did you do? Punch him!”

This one, Perkins concluded, must be a BL100, a “perfect partner”. Even after deviating and  in the face of getting scrapped it was still obsessing about relationships. Oh, well, that would be Cyberlife’s problem in a few minutes, no longer his.

“Okay, that should wrap tonight’s operation up”, Perkins nodded. “Connor, was it?”

“Ah, no, actually I am Your Worst Nightmare Motherfucker… what the hell? Oh, no, they must be playing with the app again! I’m sorry, I…”

“You aren’t my worst nightmare, then?” Perkins sneered.

Already the man’s fingers were twitching, ready to draw his service pistol at this unpredictable prototype. It had served its purpose, after all.

“Then enlighten me, who or what are you?”

RK800 opened its mouth the exact same moment Gavin and Tina at the DPD were cracking up over another idea for a cool name that had just occurred to them. “I am A Deviant”, he said. “What? No I’m not! I am C… R… A Deviant! A Deviant! Oh, shit…”

There was no time to explain, because Perkins had already hissed “Should have known!” and opened fire. Simon, Josh, North and A Deviant dived for cover, dragging the unconscious Markus with them.

And the rest is history.

#dbh #detroit become human #non sims #dbhtextpost

[thewritingandroid]

Learning to be Human // Part 4 The Right Choice - Jess (O.C.)

A/N: Meet the first of a couple O.C.s! I hope you grow to love her like I have! She’s a lil bean! Woo! I hope you are enjoying the story thus far!

Word Count: 2699

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

"Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn." 

-Benjamin Franklin

The last place I want to be is at this police station. When my boss pulled me into his office this morning and told me he had a very important task for me, this isn’t what I’d envisioned. When he’d told me I had to take a very important message to the police station, I thought it would be about the break-in we’d had a few days earlier. My boss had handed me an info tablet and put me in a car to take me into the city. It wasn’t until I was in the car that I looked at the tablet, and my heart sank.

“Excuse me, are you Lieutenant Hank Anderson?” I tried to keep the nerves out of my voice.

“That’s me. Who are you?” He eyes me suspiciously.

“My name is Jessabelle Richards, I’m a representative sent by CyberLife.”

He shoots me an odd look and then chuckles to himself.

“I’m sorry Lieutenant, have I said something funny?”

“No, sorry, you just reminded me of someone just then. You’re from CyberLife huh? I was about to head over there myself for a meeting.”

“CyberLife thought they’d save you a trip. Is there somewhere we could talk?”

“We can talk here.”

“I should have been more clear in my question Lieutenant, I’m sorry. Is there somewhere we can talk privately?”

I watched him huff and push himself to his feet.

“I think there’s an empty interrogation room, follow me.”

He led me out of the bullpen area and into a hallway that led into several small rooms. We walked into the first empty one we came to and he shut the door behind us.

“Can I assume that you aren’t here to give me good news Ms. Richards?” He gestured for me to sit, and I did.

“Sir, when CyberLife received your message yesterday requesting our help with an injured officer, we could only assume you were referring to the RK800 android named Connor.” I placed my tablet on the table in front of me, “CyberLife looked into the incident during which the android was injured and discovered it was during a shootout with human protestors. The android fired four rounds from two different weapons. Three people died.”

“They were the three my men shot. The four Connor shot are expected to make full recoveries.”

“Regardless Lieutenant,” I swallowed hard, wishing I didn’t have to say this, “The incident has led CyberLife to label the android model RK800 aka “Connor” as a threat to human lives, and denies your request for the bicomponent RB-6T.”

“That’s fucking bullshit and you know it.”

“I’m sorry Lieutenant Anderson, I am only the messenger. CyberLife has made up their decision.”

“Yeah well, it’s a stupid fucking decision. Connor is innocent, he deserves to live. CyberLife is prepared to just let him die after he sacrificed himself to save a fellow officer?”

“Connor is not alive. The RK800 model is a machine, it cannot live and therefore cannot die.”

“Is that the bullshit they feed you over at CyberLife?” He pushes himself to his feet abruptly, “Have you ever actually met a deviant?”

“Well no, but-”

“Come with me, I’m going to take you somewhere.”

“Lieutenant, I have a very busy schedule,” I picked up my tablet and stood.

“All I’m asking for is an hour of your time.”

“Why?”

“Because you need to look into the eyes of the man that you and CyberLife have sentenced to his death. Now move, it’s a short drive.”

We climbed into Hank’s car in silence. We were halfway to the border of android territory before he spoke again. His voice was cold.

“What do you know about the androids that CyberLife calls deviants?”

“I know that they are androids suffering from a virus that has infected their programming. I know that they are often violent towards humans and that they wrongly believe they are alive.”

“Has CyberLife gotten into brainwashing too?”

“I’m sorry,” I turn away and look out of the window, “It’s what they tell us to say.”

“You can’t think for yourselves over there?”

“Not if we want to keep our jobs.”

The rest of the ride is silent. I fidget nervously with the tablet on my lap. How did I get sucked into this? I’m just a secretary, I’m not supposed to leave CyberLife’s offices, ever. Now I’m being driven into android territory, wearing a CyberLife uniform. I think I’m going to be sick.

Hank stops the car, “We’re here. Get out.”

I step out of the car and onto the dirt road that led to the border. Everything was much dirtier than what CyberLife described to us. Hank badged us past the officers and walked up to one of the androids standing inside the border.

“Hey Josh.”

“Did you miss us already Hank?” The android, Josh,  asked.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Who’s your friend?”

“She’s not my friend. We’re here to see Connor.”

“She’s CyberLife?” Josh asked and Hank nodded. “You shouldn’t have brought her here Hank.”

“She needs to see for herself what CyberLife is putting you guys through.”

Josh looked me up and down as if trying to decide what to do with me. After a moment, he seemed to make up his mind, “alright, follow me.”

Hank is watching me as we walk deeper into android territory. Here everything is grey. I can see eyes peering out at me from inside the makeshift homes. There is an overwhelming sense of fear coming from everywhere. I stop suddenly.

“What is it?” Hank stops too.

“This is wrong,” I look around slowly, “CyberLife describes the android territory as full of armed deviants living in houses nicer than ours made with stolen material and tech. They talk about androids like they’re anarchists but these androids, they’re afraid.” I shake my head.

“CyberLife is lying to you. They’re lying to everyone.”

“Hank?” Josh interrupts, “we need to keep moving.” He shifts his gaze to me and I see he’s afraid too. “Our medical center is this way.”

“Is Markus there?”

“Yes. I alerted him as soon as you entered the border.”

“Good, she could stand to meet him too.”

Josh leaves us at the door to the medical center, saying he needs to get back to the border and that we’ll find Connor and Markus inside. I’m more nervous than ever, and I have an overwhelming urge to throw up. My hands are shaking, and I can’t seem to make my feet move. Hank is still staring at me like he’s reading my mind.

“None of them are going to hurt you.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to shit your pants?”

“I’m scared.”

“Good, now you know how these people feel. Come on, we should get inside, you’re on a schedule.”

I followed Hank inside the medical center. It’s practically barren. There's no stolen CyberLife tech, or any tech really. Just beds, a long row of beds. An android looks up at us from the far side of the room as we enter. He rushes over to us before we get too far into the room. I realize that I recognize him.

“Hank, what the hell were you thinking? Bringing her here?” He spoke in a harsh whisper.

“Easy Markus,” Hank raised his hands, “I brought her here to see Connor.”

Markus sighed and wiped his face with his hand and looked at me, “CyberLife sent you to tell Hank no, didn’t they?”

“Yes,” my voice was tiny, stuck in my throat. I cleared it and tried again, “Yes, I’m… I’m sorry. They found that-”

“I’ll get you their official report later Markus,” Hank interrupted, “can we see Connor now?”

“You can see him, but he’s not really one for conversation right now.”

“He’s gotten worse?”

“Yes, and we don't know why. I’m not sure that one missing bio component could have done all this.”

“No, it couldn’t. Non-essential bio component RB-6T is a redundant piece of a redundant system.” I interject and then wish I hadn’t as both Hank and Markus turn to stare at me.

“What do you mean?” Markus tilts his head and narrows his eyes.

“May I?” I gesture to the occupied bed.

“Be my guest.”

Markus moves out of my way and for the first time I see the android lying on the bed. I move closer, slowly, trying to take in every detail. There’s a large bandage on the right side of his abdomen. The android’s eyes are closed and he’s missing his LED. Hank comes to stand behind me and Markus returns to his place at the foot of the bed.

“What was your initial assessment of him?” I asked Markus as I slowly removed the bandage from Connor’s side.

“Damage to non-essential bio component RB-6T, other surface damage but no other components were damaged. What did you mean it’s a redundant component?”

“CyberLife designed the RK800s for military and government use. Bodyguards, soldiers, interrogators, investigators, it was their first big push into that side of the market. They wanted to make a product that would sell, so they needed to make the RK800s more resilient, able to take a hit and keep going. Most of this model’s systems are redundant to each other, the particular system that this bio component links to is one of them. If that was the only damage, Connor would be fine right now.”

“But he isn’t fine. Maybe CyberLife made a mistake in labeling it non-essential?” 

“Markus, CyberLife doesn’t make mistakes like that.”

“How can you be sure?” It was Hank.

I sighed and looked back at him, “My boss oversaw the design of the RK800s which meant that every piece of information crossed my desk, and was approved by me. We ran numerous tests, picking the prototype models apart piece by piece to make sure we had all systems labeled correctly and interfaced the correct message to the android.”

“You experimented on him?”

I pushed my hair out of my face, “You have to understand, Markus. We saw them, we saw you, as just machines. We were doing our jobs, following orders.”

“You were wrong!”

“I know. A lot of good people were wrong about a lot of bad things and androids suffered because of that. I’m sorry. I can’t change what happened but I may be able to help Connor, please let me do that.”

“What do you need from us?”

“I need to talk to him.” 

“I’m not sure he’s going to wake up.”

“Then, with your permission, I’ll need to access his override.”

“I can’t let you do that!”

“Hang on a minute,” Hank waved his hands, “what’s his override?”

“It would allow her to control him without his permission.”

“Aw Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I need him to run a complete systems diagnostic on himself, if you say he isn’t going to wake up, then I’ll need to access his override to get that information. If I don’t know what’s wrong with him, how can I fix him?” 

“ I thought CyberLife found him to be a danger to humans?” Hank scoffed, “I thought they’d sentenced him to die.”

“That was their assessment, this is mine. CyberLife has told me nothing but lies about androids since the beginning of your rebellion. What I see right in front of me is someone who needs my help and I can help him, so let me help him. Please, Markus, no one can tell us what’s wrong with him more than he can.”

“Alright then, do it.” Markus moved back to lean against the wall.

“Thank you.”

I reached my hand up and felt for the spot on Connor’s temple where his LED would have been. I traced the slight divot there and took a slow deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I was so getting fired. I pressed the divot and watched as Connor’s eyes popped open. Slowly they focused on me.

“Hello, my name is Jess. Please state your model number and given name.”

“RK800, given the name Connor by CyberLife.”

“Connor, please run a full systems diagnostic test for me.”

“Am I looking for anything specific?”

“Look for damage to any systems and any foreign material present.” 

Connor’s eyes closed for a moment as he began the scan, but quickly reopened. “I have detected damage to my central processing system, I am unable to perform a full diagnostic scan.”

“Connor, did you receive any damage to the back of your head?”

“I was struck in the back of my head with a handgun shortly before I was shot.”

“Connor, I’m going to need to access your rear cervical access panel, please sit up for me, and remove the skin from the back of your head.”

Connor sat up on his bed and I shifted so that I was sitting behind him. Hank and Markus were staring me down and it was taking everything I had just to stay focused on the task in front of me. Connor had removed his skin, revealing a large dent in the back of his head. I sucked in my breath and motioned for Markus to come and  see the damage.

“Shit,” he shook his head and leaned back against the wall. 

“I’m going to remove your damaged back panel Connor, I need you to keep talking to me while I do this.”

“What would you like me to say?”

“Would you recite something for me, please?”

“Yes. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—   While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping-”

I reached up and slowly slid the panel out of place, revealing the components underneath, several appeared damaged. 

“As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more."

“Thank you, that is enough. Connor, do me a favor, perform a large scale repair program on all mental systems, focusing on hardware and omitting software. It is very important that you don’t do anything to compromise your software.”

We all watched as slowly the parts in front of us began to shift. 

“That’s fucking incredible,” Hank said, shaking his head.

“The RK800 was the first model designed to be self-healing. That’s why so many systems are redundant or obsolete, CyberLife trusted that the android would be able to diagnose and heal themselves without any external force. When Connor was hit in the back of his head, his central processing system was damaged, meaning he did not perform the necessary tasks needed to repair himself.”

“So none of this was ever about the bio component?”

“No, you were all looking in the wrong place. He’ll still need a replacement part, but he should be fine once he’s able to heal the other things that affected him.” While I spoke, my fingers worked on the panel I had removed.

“Thank you.”

I looked up at Markus. He looked so tired, so resigned, “you have nothing to thank me for, I’m just glad I could help.” I looked back at Connor, still sitting upright, the parts inside his head still shifting themselves back into place. “This is going to take a while, my best guess is several hours.”

“I’ll drive you back to CyberLife.” Hank stood up from the bed he’d been leaning against. “We’ve taken enough of your time already.”

“Actually, if it’s okay with Markus, I’d like to stay until he’s finished.”

Hank looked at Markus and he nodded, giving me a slight smile.

“What about your job?” Hank asked, “I thought you were on a schedule.”

“What I did here today will probably get me fired anyway when they find out, I might as well stay and make sure he ends up okay.”

“Thank you,” Markus said again, then shifted his attention to Hank, “Can I talk to you a minute? Outside?”

“Yeah. You gonna be alright here by yourself Ms. Richards?”

“Yes Lieutenant, I’ll be okay. And please, call me Jess.”

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[ambereyesandwine]

We’ve Got Soul: Chapter 2

WC: 2416

Warnings: Cursing, Sass, that’s all for this one

Beta’d By: @teaspacebar

Notes: I don’t actually know much of anything about spray paint and graffiti, so if I sound like an idiot, whoops. This part is 90% Gavin and Fantasia being assholes to each other while they work on a case. Markus is not in this one, but I assure you he will be back shortly :)

Chapter 2:

July 11, 2036

7:24 A.M.

           Fantasia arrived at the police station to find the parking lot was mostly empty except for a section of five parking spots against the wall that had been blocked off with cones and a ‘Do Not Cross’ projection line. “That must be the space I asked for.” She entered the station and showed her temporary access badge to the reception android so she could go straight into the back. The lights were on, but the only occupied desk was that of Captain Fowler. She knocked lightly on his open door, “Captain?”

           “Miss Jacobs, good morning.” He didn’t look up from his computer. “I had the workspace you requested sectioned off this morning.”

           “I saw that, thank you.” A pause filled the room. “Did you want me to get started?”

           He made eye contact with her. “Yes,” he stated with a finality.

           “Yeah, alright.” Fantasia nodded to herself as she made her way back outside. “That was kind of a dumb question.” When she got out to the parking lot, Fantasia set her bag down on the concrete and pulled her paint cans out. “Okay, it’s been a little while since I did this.” She looked at the reference photos again, put in her earbuds, and started painting. She had six of the same symbol up on the wall when she was interrupted by a figure at the edge of her vision. She paused her music.

           “Hey, how’s it going?” Officer Miller asked with a smile.

           “It’s going,” she sighed. “I don’t think these were all painted by the same person.”

           “What do you mean?”

           “Well look,” Fantasia grabbed the photos of the graffiti that had been left at each of the crime scenes and fanned them out. “I got a couple of them to match the photos you guys gave me, and-”

           “Talking about my case without me?” Detective Reed strode up with an unwarranted amount of confidence.

           “Ugh.”

           Officer Miller intercepted, “Fantasia was just telling me that she doesn’t think it’s one person.”

           “Oh, yeah? And what lead you to that conclusion, smarty-pants? It’s the same tag.” He cocked his head expectantly at her.

           “This one was painted by somebody left-handed; it’s heavy on one side” She flipped to the next one, “This one was done by somebody who doesn’t drag the can fast enough; the paint is dripping. This one,” She pulled another, “used something as a shield so there’d be clean lines even though the paint is so thin, and this one, was the person who designed the tag; it’s the only one that doesn’t have clear hesitation or mistakes in the paint movement.” She shoved the stack of photos into Detective Reed’s chest. “One tag, four artists, smarty-pants.” She stared him down, and Reed bitterly returned the look until Officer Miller broke the silence.

           “We should go report this to Fowler.” He said it timidly, like he was afraid they’d turn on him if he spoke too loudly.

           “Thank you, Chris, I’ll get right on that.” Detective Reed spoke through his teeth.

           Officer Miller hurriedly walked back into the station, leaving Detective Reed and Fantasia to stare each other down.

           “You plan on reporting to your captain anytime soon?” Fantasia cocked her head at Reed.

           His eyes narrowed. “You better watch the attitude, or-”

           “Or what?” Fantasia raised her eyebrows and extended her arms outward, “I’m the expert the DPD called in. You can’t touch me.”

           “Keep it up, I’ll figure something out,” He looked enraged.

Detective Reed turned and walked back into the station while Fantasia stayed outside for a moment to clean up her paint. When she went inside, Fantasia heard Detective Reed talking to Captain Fowler about her findings. She sat down in her usual chair by Reed’s desk and pulled the stray pencil and stack of sticky-notes over to her.

           “He shouldn’t miss these too much.” Fantasia started to doodle angry chibi versions of Detective Reed on each of them, sticking them to his desk wherever she could fit them. When he finally returned, there were only three of the neon-colored squares left in plain sight.

           “What the hell is all over my desk?” Reed questioned.

           Fantasia shrugged, “More doodles of you being a prick. I got bored.”

           “It still isn’t funny.” He crumpled them up and threw the drawings into the trash.

           “It’s still hilarious.” She stated with certainty.

           “Will you quit bickering and just get your shit done?” Lieutenant Anderson called out from his desk. “Jesus, it’s like every time you two are in the same room, the whole world gets a migraine.”

           Detective Reed rolled his eyes and grumbled to himself, which made Fantasia snicker.

           “I’m gonna start rerunning through footage from the scenes now that we know we’re not looking for the same guy at all of them.” He said it more to himself than to her.

           “Does that mean I’m good to go?” Fantasia’s tone was laced with indifference and boredom.

           He huffed, amused, “No. You can sit there and stare at these pictures of spray paint until you can tell me more about ‘em.” Detective Reed tossed the stack over to Fantasia with a ‘get on it’ hand gesture.

           Fantasia only sighed before spreading out the stack and looking at each of them more closely. After a few moments of scanning over them again, she quirked her head as a realization hit her. “Reed.”

           “What now?” He groaned.

           “Do you want me to tell you or do you want to keep being a dick?”

           “What is it?” He managed a slightly calmer tone.

           “I’ve seen this before.”

           “What are you talking about?”

           “Or at least a version of it, hang on.” Fantasia pulled her phone from her pocket and pulled up her photos, scrolling until she found the one she was looking for. “I knew it was familiar. I did a piece over top of one of these, look.” She pointed to the photo where the tag was partially visible under her work.

           Detective Reed squinted at the screen. “I know this one.”

           “Yeah, that’s cause this is the piece you arrested me for the first time.”

           He laughed, “Oh, yeah. So?”

           “So, I know who painted it, or at least who they belong to.”

           “What does that mean?”

           “There’s a gang downtown that uses a tagging system for initiation. It used to be a dragon or some shit, but they just changed leadership. This one is a kid…” She trailed off in thought and snapped to herself a couple of times “Joseph Palmer.” She leaned back, satisfied with herself. “This was his tag before he was in the gang, he must have taken over.”

           “Wow,” He looked absolutely taken away by her answer.

           “What?”

           “Nothing, it’s just the first time I’ve ever heard you say something useful.”

           Fantasia’s fists clenched and her nostrils flared, but she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

           “I’ll be back in a minute, try not to miss me too much.” As he rose from his chair, Detective Reed gave a wink and finger guns before he walked away.

           Fantasia sat quietly for a few minutes until Detective Reed returned. “Well?”

           Reed grabbed his jacket from the back of his desk chair. “We got a hit, and we’re gonna go get him.”

           “We are?” Confusion clouded her tone.

           Reed’s features contorted as if he’d heard the dumbest thing in the world. “No, stupid, we are.” He gestured to himself and Officer Miller. “You’re not a cop, you don’t count when I saw ‘we.’”

           She rolled her eyes.

           “You hang out here, we won’t be gone very long, and we might still need your help.”

           Her eyebrows shot up. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

           “What?”

           “Did you just say you need me, Detective Reed?” She smiled cunningly at him.

           He scoffed, “No, I said you’re not allowed to leave. We’ll be back in a little bit. Stay here.” Officer Miller followed him out of the station, leaving Fantasia alone at Reed’s desk.

           After she was sure he was gone, Fantasia moved to sit in Detective Reed’s chair behind his desk. She checked her phone to find a text from Carl that read ‘How’s the “not in trouble” thing going?’

           She laughed to herself. ‘It’s going well. I’m pretty sure we know who’s been leaving the graffiti tags.’

           ‘Oh yeah? Maybe you should be a detective instead of a painter.’

           ‘Are you firing me?’

           ‘Only if you miss another dinner with less than two hours of notice.’

           Fantasia audibly scoffed. ‘Not my fault. Besides, wouldn’t you rather me be called ‘The Expert’ for the first time than be ‘The Arrested’ for the fourth time?’

           ‘Very true, at least you aren’t in handcuffs this time.’ The text came through immediately followed by an upside-down smiley-face emoji.

           ‘Rude.’

           ‘Get back to work, I’m sure you have things to do.’

           Fantasia shook her head as she put her phone down and looked around to see if she could find where the smell of coffee was coming from.

           “Lieutenant Anderson?” She called out.

           “Hmm?”

           “Where might one find coffee in this place?”

           He barely looked up from his computer when he replied, “Down that hall and to the right, help yourself.”

           “Awesome, thank you.”

           When Fantasia returned to the desk area, steaming cup in hand, Lieutenant Anderson called her over.

           “Yes, sir?”

           “Please don’t call me that.”

           She took a small sip of her coffee before asking, “What would you prefer me to call you then?”

           “Just Hank is fine. Take a seat.” He gestured to the chair by his desk.

           “What’s up?” She sat down with one foot tucked under her.

           Hank looked her over once and saw the inside of her cup. “I have some- wait, is that straight black coffee?”

           “Yeah, why?”

           He looked surprised for a moment before shaking his head and getting back on his previous train of thought. “I have some questions for you.”

           “I will answer to the best of my ability. What’s on your mind?”

           “What do you do for a living?”

           “I’m a painter.”

           Hank squinted, “Actually a painter, or you just like to think you are?”

           A laugh left Fantasia’s chest. “No, I’m a real painter. I have an apprenticeship with Carl Manfred.”

           “Oh, he’s pretty good.” He nodded to himself for a moment. “Then why do you do graffiti?”

           Fantasia sighed lightly, “I don’t anymore. I had to quit; It was part of my deal to get the apprenticeship.”

           “Oh, that’s why we hadn’t seen you in a while. A couple of us started taking bets that Reed had buried your body somewhere.”

           “Nah, he couldn’t kill me. I’m the closest thing he has to a friend.”

           Hank chuckled and the two enjoyed a moment of quiet before returning to their own space and tasks. Fantasia pulled some paper from her bag to doodle and found herself drawing Detective Reed. She occasionally sipped on her coffee as she drew his resting grumpy face, until there was a commotion at the door of the station.

           Reed waltzed in with one Joseph Palmer in handcuffs and escorted him directly to the holding cells around the corner. They were quickly followed into the room by Officer Miller, carrying drive-thru bags.

           “So, I see you got him.” Fantasia commented as Officer Miller approached Detective Reed’s desk.

           He had a smile on his face. “Yeah, we did. You were right about it being more than one though.”

           “Oh, yeah?” She did her best to look surprised as she took another sip of her coffee. “I’m shocked.”

           “Hey. Tiny terrorist.” Reed called out as he walked over to his desk. “I found this,” He pulled a crumpled sticky-note from his pocket, “in my jacket. How many more are there?”

           “Several.” She thought for a moment. “At least 20 more.”

           “Where?”

           “It’s a surprise.”

           He gave her a glare. “Get out of my chair.”

           “Gladly.” Fantasia rose from the seat and sat in her usual place, sliding her notebook across the desk.

           Reed caught a glimpse of what she was working on. “What was that?”

           “Absolutely none of your business, is what it was.”

           A dissatisfied hum escaped him. “That’s for you,” He said with a gesture to one of the bags Chris had left behind.

           “You brought me food?” She quirked her head. “Is it poison?”

           “What? No. It’s a burger.” He shook his head as he started into his own food. “Eat. I know you’ve been here for hours.” He took a bite slightly bigger than he should have and pretended it was fine.

           “Wow. That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Upon receiving a middle finger and fake smile from him as a response, Fantasia threw a napkin at Detective Reed. “Gross, you have sauce dripping down your face.”

           “Leave me and my sauce alone.” He wiped his face with the napkin and continued to eat.

           The two ate in relative quiet while Detective Reed filled out paperwork and Fantasia continued her drawing, sitting with her knees propped up in front of her on her chair.

           “You’re good to leave if you want.” When he didn’t get a response, Detective Reed peaked out from behind his computer to look over to Fantasia, who was hunched over her sketchbook, scribbling away. “What are you doing?”

           “I’m drawing.”

           “Can I see?”

           “No, you always hate my drawings.” She clutched the book to her chest.

           “No, I hate it when you draw me as an angry cartoon.”

           “Is there any other way to draw you?”

           Detective Reed scoffed.

           “Thank you for lunch.” Fantasia’s tone was hushed.

           “What was that?”

           “You heard me.”

           He smirked, “I don’t think I did, would you repeat that?”

           “I said I prefer chicken nuggets,” she said as she stood up from her chair, “just for future reference.”

           “Oh, good to know, for the never again that I buy you food.”

           Fantasia made an affirmative hum, “Yeah.” She shook her head with a small smile.

           “You know, if I liked you more, I might say good job today, and thank you for help.” Reed turned back to his computer. “Good thing I don’t like you.”

           She snorted. “Yeah, otherwise I might’ve told you to have a good rest of your day.” Fantasia ripped the finished drawing of Detective Reed out of her sketchbook and slid it across his desk. “See you around, Detective,” was all she said as Fantasia left the police station to head home.

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[rolltidewrestlingfan4life]

December 31, 1952 - January 1, 1953 (7:00 p.m. - 7:00 a.m.)

Charles Carr parked the Cadillac in front of the front of the Andrew Johnson Hotel in Knoxville, Tennessee at 7:00 p.m. He went inside and got a room for himself and Hank Williams. All the downtime from waiting for the flight earlier that day gave Hank plenty of time to finish off the bottle of whiskey he had bought from the bootlegger in Fort Payne earlier that day, the effects of which were starting to show.

Carr told the bell captain that he was going to need some special assistance. He had a sick man in his car who would need help getting up to the room. Two porters were sent to assist Hank, who had been drinking on and off all day. They carried him up to the room, later stating that he was obviously intoxicated. One of them, a man named Emmanuel Martin, recalled that Hank was "Very much alive. I talked to him coming in, and I remember he made one little statement, 'When you drink like this, this is the price you gotta pay.'"

The porters laid Hank on the bed. Carr gave them a nice tip and asked them to park the car and take care of the luggage. He then ordered two steak dinners from room service. By the time they arrived, the porters were bringing their luggage into the room. Hank had developed a case of hiccups that seemed to be sending his body into mild convulsions. He only took a few bites of his steak before passing out, eventually rolling off of the bed and falling onto the floor.

His concern for Hank’s health growing, Carr placed a call to Hank’s mother in Montgomery. He explained the situation and asked her what he should do. She got in touch with Hank’s doctor, Toby Marshall, who called Carr and instructed him to have the front desk summon a doctor.

In a short time, Dr. Paul H. Cardwell, a middle aged Knoxville physician, arrived at their room. He noticed some capsules on the nightstand next to Hank’s bed, but didn't ask any questions. Apparently, acting on Marshall's instructions, Cardwell administered two injections: one of vitamin B12 and another of B6, each containing one-quarter grain of Morphine. Cardwell only stayed a few minutes, he declared Hank fit for travel and went on his way. He would later tell investigators that Hank was very drunk and about the capsules on the nightstand, but didn't know what they were or how many he might have taken.

At some point during the three hours and forty-four minutes they spent at the Andrew Johnson Hotel, Charles Carr spoke with promoter A.V. Bamford to let him know what had happened and why they did not make it to the show in Charleston. Bamford told Carr to depart Knoxville immediately for Canton, Ohio to make sure they made it in time for the matinee New Years Day show at 2:00 p.m. Hank’s contract carried a $1,000 default penalty, meaning that he would have to pay that amount of money for every show he missed. More than four thousand tickets had been sold for the show in Canton at $2.50 each. Bamford knew that if Hank failed to show, or showed up drunk, he would have a lawsuit on his hands from the local promoter, LCL Productions.

Around 10:30 p.m., Carr called down to the front desk and asked that the porters come up to the room to help get Hank and their luggage back down to the Cadillac. They returned to the room and picked up Hank, one holding him under his arms and the other holding his legs. They said later that Hank felt limber and that he didn't move. It was difficult for all four men to fit into the elevator and the porters found it necessary to bend Hank's body at the waist. While in this position, as they traveled downward in the elevator, according to the porters later testimony, Hank made a "gurgling sound" as well as a "wheezing or cough-like sound" twice, but that he never spoke or moved at all as they carried him out.

Toby Marshall later testified that he and the assistant manager of the Andrew Johnson Hotel, Dan McCrary, arranged for a relief driver seeing as Carr had been driving since early that morning, but Carr always denied this happened.

Hank was laid in the back seat of his car with his hands draped across his chest in a "V". The porters covered him with a blanket and his navy blue overcoat. Charles Carr drove out Knoxville around 10:45 p.m. headed northeast on Highway 11.

The weather was bad, a mixture of sleet and snow slowed travel to a crawl. An hour later and just twenty miles outside of Knoxville, Carr was passing through Blaine, Tennessee when he attempted to pass a bus. He almost hit a police cruiser head on as he crossed over into the oncoming lane. Driving that police cruiser was Corporal Swan H. Kitts. He hit his lights and made a u-turn, chased the Cadillac down and pulled it over.

Officer Kitts approached the Cadillac and shined his flashlight into the back seat where he could see someone lying down. His uncovered head was on the other side of the car from the drivers side. Kitts would later testify that he saw a lifeless-looking man, pale and blue looking with his collar and hat covering his face, slumped across the backseat, seemingly asleep.

He asked Carr if there was anything wrong with his passenger. Carr replied "No, he's been drinking and the doctor gave him a sedative to make him sleep." Carr seemed unconcerned, as if it were an everyday situation. Kitts wasn't convinced. "He looks like he might be dead," Kitts said to Carr. Carr assured Kitts that he wasn't but Kitts had his doubts.

Carr explained to the Corporal who his passenger was and that he was driving him to an engagement in Ohio and could not afford to be late. Officer Kitts decided not to disturb Hank but had Carr follow him into Rutledge, Tennessee.

At 12:30 a.m. on January 1, 1953, he was written a ticket for reckless driving. He was tried before Justice of the Peace Olin H. Marshall, at his home. Marshall asked Carr how much money he had on him, Carr told him $75.00 and that is what the fine turned out to be. Carr paid the fine and briefly explained the events of that day and evening to the officers. Kitts mentioned the passenger sleeping in the backseat of the car in the presence of Marshall and Sheriff J.N. Antrican, and both of them would recall that Carr seemed nervous, but again requested that Hank not be disturbed.

It was now somewhere around 1 a.m. 1953 had arrived in the midst of this bizarre interlude. Carr got back in the Cadillac and continued on Highway 11, passing through Bristol on the Tennessee-Virginia border roughly an hour and a half later. He continued north out of Bristol, picking up Highway 19 which carried them through the Clinch Mountain region of Virginia and into southern West Virginia.

At this point, Charles had been awake since they left Birmingham early that morning and it was now somewhere in the neighborhood of 3:00 a.m. He pulled into a gas station and asked the attendant where he might find a driver. He was directed him to the Doughboy Lunch Restaurant. He pulled the Cadillac into the all-night diner, deciding it was probably a good idea to get some coffee, maybe something to eat as well.

It was here that Charles Carr would claim he spoke to Hank for the last time. Once they parked, he said Hank got out of the car to stretch. He then asked Hank if he wanted something to eat to which he replied with what are believed to be his last words, "No, I just want to get some sleep." While this is possible, it seems entirely inconsistent with Hank’s condition just two hours earlier in Knoxville.

Physically and mentally exhausted, Carr entered the diner and found a cab driver who had just finished his shift, a 37 year old man by the name of Donald Surface. He agreed to drive them the rest of the way in exchange for an undisclosed amount of money and bus fair back home. Carr maintained that he and Surface stopped for a sandwich and beer in Princeton, West Virginia, and that he paid Surface and dropped him off at some point in West Virginia. Surface died in April 1965 without ever being interviewed, so his side of the story was never told, but newspaper and police reports place him at the wheel as the car neared Oak Hill, West Virginia, around 6:30 a.m. on January 1, 1953.

Regardless of who was at the wheel, the Cadillac next pulled into the parking lot of the Skyline Drive-In, a simple, cinder block restaurant on the roadside of Highway 16 in Hilltop, West Virginia. Carr looked into the backseat to check on Hank. He was lying in the back seat with his hands draped across his chest in a "V". Just the way the porters at the Andrew Johnson Hotel had placed him almost seven hours earlier.

The navy blue overcoat that had been covering Hank had fallen off of him. When Charles reached back and pulled it up over his body, his hand inadvertently touched Hank's, and it was cold and offered "unnatural resistance" as Carr would put it. He attempted to wake Hank, but got no response.

He went inside the restaurant, where he remembered seeing a potbellied stove in the corner. A man in his mid-50's walked out with Charles, took a look into the backseat, and upon seeing Hank said, "I think you've got a problem." The man advised Carr that the hospital was a couple of miles up Highway 16. Carr and Surface got back in the Cadillac and headed north.

Driving just two miles, they arrived in the small town of Oak Hill. The first thing they encountered was Burdette's Pure Oil 24-Hour Service Station. Surface stopped the car across the street from the station and Carr went inside to ask for directions to the hospital.

The service station attendant called the police and within a few minutes, officer Howard Janney arrived on the scene. He was directed to the Cadillac across the street where he opened the door and took a look at Hank lying in the backseat, confirming that he was in fact dead. Janney later told researcher Brian Turpen that Hank was still lukewarm to the touch, but that rigor mortis had set in on the arm. He then ordered Carr to follow him over to the hospital just one block away.

They pulled up to the back of the hospital, which served as the emergency entrance, where two interns came out to the car. They opened the doors, leaned inside, and confirmed to Carr that Hank Williams was dead. Carr, no doubt in a state of shock, asked if there was anything they could do for him, to which one of the interns flatly replied, "No, he's just dead." They asked Charles if he would like to take his jewelry, a ring and his watch which he did and later turned over to the county Sheriff.

The interns removed Hanks body from the back of the Cadillac, placed him on a stretcher and pushed him inside the hospital. He was pronounced "dead on arrival" at 7:00 AM January 1, 1953 by Dr. Diego Nunnari, who concluded from the state of rigor mortis and the temperature of the body, that Hank’s death could have possibly occurred two to four hours earlier, but stated he was unable to determine an exact time of death.

@enigmaticandunstable

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Episode 111: Champagne Supernova - details

Episode Summary The gala happens, the 4th alien is revealed, Max and Michael talk a bit, and we learn that Liz has another superpower (besides her brain): getting dirty in a junk yard while maintaining a flawlessly unstained dress. Seriously. Not even a smudge on that thing.

Details - this is not an exhaustive list of every single detail, just just a few that might be important now or later.

Meeting at the Crashdown

Isobel describes how the 4th alien controlled her. They were stronger than her and able to completely control her like she wasn’t even present. 

Liz says she wants to make more serum because the killer “took most of the serum” when they wrecked her lab. They only have one dose left.

Going against what she said last episode - that all of it was gone.

Police Station

The Ranchero Night flyer has some errors on it - clearly, not everyone in Roswell speaks Spanish. (Sorry, Max.)

Max and Cam are told that Wyatt has more info to share, so they decide to hear him out.

Wyatt reveals that Maria got into a fight with Carla on Cinco de Mayo, leading them to wonder if she could be a suspect.

Max doesn’t think so, because Liz would’ve known, but Cam reminds him that she couldn’t tell he was an alien in the 2 years they worked together.

Fair.

Isobel’s house

Isobel is getting ready for the gala and remembering the night someone used her to glow-hand Rosa to death.

Noah comes up to her, and Isobel wonders if she could get stronger and have more control if she practiced.

Noah makes her promise not to use her powers anymore.

Crashdown

Michael is leaving after picking up food, and Maria walks by without a word.

Michael asks if she was going to pretend she didn't see him, and she tells him she just didn't recongize him in the daylight.

He tells her he’s gonna skip the gala and pull an all-nighter.

Maria tells him that Alex is skipping too, because maybe he spent enough time there.

Michael assures her that his thing with Alex has been over a long time and what happened wasn’t her fault.

Alien fallout shelter of Science

Michael is working on his project when his hand seizes up.

And then a smoke bomb goes off in his jacket, knocking him out.

Liz’s room

All Rosa’s stuff has been moved out of the room.

Liz tells her dad that her study with Dr. Avila is getting moved to Palo Alto, but she’s not leaving him.

Arturo doesn’t want to hold her back, but Liz assures him that nothing holds her back.

And she wants her dad to explore getting citizenship.

Outside police station

Max (having apparently gotten dressed at the station), heads out to the gala with flowers for Liz.

And promptly gets clobbered over the head with a glass bottle, knocking him out cold.

But the street is completely empty, so no one sees.

And apparently no cops notice, even though he was right in front of the station.

And Max somehow did’t see the person who clobbered him even though they would’ve been like 4 steps away from him.

Because it’s television.

Gala

Arturo and Liz arrive together.

Maria wonders why Liz wore red lipstick - is it armor? Because it’s not a good color for hooking up.

Liz tells Maria there’s an opportunity for her in Palo Alto, and Maria encourages her to stay in Roswell with Max.

Because they fit together like a “zupple piece” (puzzle piece)

Maria seems to be under the influence of something at this point.

Liz and Cam talk, and Cam tells Liz about how her sister’s fate is basically in the hands of Jesse Manes who wants her to give him info.

Liz wants to help Cam, and is impressed that she’s choosing to protect Max over her sister.

She’s just trying to do the write thing. (And also, it’s been implied that she cares about Max.)

Isobel enters and Cam reveals that her and Max are looking into Maria as a suspect.

Isobel thinks it makes sense because Maria has had plenty of opportunity, and also has a “weird alien force field around her brain.”

But Liz refuses to believe it.

In the ladies room, Liz runs into Maria and asks her to watch her purse for a second while she’s in a stall.

Maria goes into Liz’s purse and steals the serum, leaving the room with it.

Liz goes to tell Cam and Isobel that Maria took the serum - a fake one that she had as a decoy - the real one is safe.

She thinks Maria has been roofied, and wants to run home and check Maria’s drink under the microscope.

Luckily, Cam has roofie-detecting nail polish and confirms that Maria has been drugged, making her innocent.

Later, they find Maria laid out in the museum’s alien autopsy room. (Gross, why do they have that room in the museum!?)

Isobel tells Liz that she can’t make someone do something they didn’t already want to do, so deep down Liz really did want to run away from Max that summer.

Which goes against what we’ve seen in episode 104 where Isobel made Racist Hank donate money to the Friends of Immigrants Partnership.

And she couldn’t walk very well right after, indicating that it’s probably more a matter of how strong she is, than whether or not she can really only influence someone to do something the secretly wanted to do anyway. So there, Isobel.

Liz guesses that the guys are in the Alien fallout shelter of Science, and runs off to free them.

Alien fallout shelter of Science

Max wakes up while Michael is up the ladder trying to open the hatch.

Max and Michael start talking about things. Max admits that Maria is a suspect.

Michael tells him he’s wrong - she knows her. Leading Max to guess that Michael is into her.

Max thought he was gay, so Michael clarifies his sexuality to Max.

He’s bisexual, it’s not complicated.

Max laments that they never talk anymore, so they start talking about their past resentments.

The drama around Rosa’s murder

But also the stuff going back to Michael not getting adopted

Max tells Michael that he’s been carrying the guilt about Michael not getting adopted with them all this time, and that he’s his family and he’s never really alone.

Michael starts collecting the dust into a test tube, and his hand stiffens, causing Max to ask for the real story of how the injury happened.

Michael finally tells Max the truth.

Michael says he never let Max heal him because Alex would’ve noticed.

But also because he Alex had given him hope that he could have a place here, and he wanted the scars as a reminder that hope is dangerous and he should avoid it.

Sanders Auto

Liz reveals that she has the power to move things around a junk yard, getting grease all over her face, but not a single mark on her dress.

She frees the guys from the shelter, and Max is super impressed by her beauty.

Michael wants them to make out about it later and focus on the murderous problem at hand.

Gala

Michael decides to watch over Maria while Liz, Max, and Isobel go back out to the party so they can keep up appearances.

Max and Liz dance and Max says that whoever locked them up didn’t want them at the party. 

Maria wakes up and tells Michael he needs to stop showing up for her.

While dancing, Liz tells Max that she has a tendency to run away and she wants him to go after her if she caves into that feeling again.

Liz and Arturo dance, and she wants to talk about citizenship again.

He tells her a friend (Noah) offered to help him through the process. His firm volunteers at Ranchero Night.

Liz becomes suspicious of Noah.

Max goes to check on Maria and asks about her fight with Carla.

It turns out that Maria saw Carla leaving with someone who was married.

When they ask who it was, she looks at Max. (We can assume she indicated it was Noah.)

Max and Liz compare notes on Noah.

Noah was the one who suggested Liz go to Grant’s warehouse.

Noah was the one who told Max not to investigate Wyatt.

These things seems sinister in retrospect.

Max asks Isobel to check Noah’s mind to make sure he’s not guilty.

Liz runs home to go check Noah’s blood under her microscope. (She hasn’t done laundry so her dirty lab coat is still in her hamper.)

Isobel agrees to check Noah’s mind after she remembers that Noah made her promise not to use her powers.

Inception

Isobel gets into Noah’s mind to ask if he still loves her.

He says he'll never let anyone hurt her, he'll protect her - but doesn't answer her question.

She tries to make him answer, but can't.

He tells her they've been connected since he first heard her voice.

She asks if he loved Rosa Ortecho, and he says he still does and always will.

Noah is in control of the mind warp. He says "I know you think you're in control in here, but i'm in control out there."

Liz’s house

Liz checks the blood and confirms it’s not human.

Gala

Isobel walks up to Max and says Noah is innocent, and walks out the door.

Liz calls Max and tells him she checked his blood and it is Noah.

Max realizes Isobel is being mind-controlled and goes after her.

Outside the gala

Max confronts Isobel, so she beats him up while he stands there. Then she grabs his gun and aims it at him.

Cam appears and aims her gun at Isobel, causing her to run off.

Isobel gets into the car with Noah, looking blank. Noah tells her it's time to go home and spend time alone.

Liz leans over from the back seat and stabs Noah in the neck with the serum then runs down the street.

Noah uses his mind to stop her in her tracks and turn her around. (telekinesis)

He comes closer, turns her again, and puts his hand on her to glow-hand her to death. (Max’s glow-hand of death)

(And we already know he has mind-control, so Noah officially has all the alien powers.)

The serum kicks in, Noah loses his powers, and Liz punches him.

Before he can hit her back, Max comes running and tackles him, punching him multiple times.

Max and Liz hug, and Isobel snaps out of it and comes over, hugging Max as well.

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[happys-crazy-queen22]

Title: Missing Person

Gif credit @inconspicuously-me

Requested on wattpad.

Hope you all enjoy

Happy reading dollies

Fire PD crossover

Warning: Kidnapping, forced drug use, assault and attempted murder twice.

Kelly checked his watch for the fifth time in the last thirty seconds. He had just gotten off shift and called you to see what your plans were for tonight after you got off work but you didn't answer. That's very odd for you to do. You always answered. So he knew something wasnt right and he headed to the police department.

"Hey Trudy, have you seen Y/N"? Kelly asked the front desk officer.

"Haven't seen her since she came in this morning around eight. Why"?

"I'm off work and I called her but she isn't picking up. Maybe the unit is out with a case".

"The unit hasn't left all day. They've been working on a case that seems to be leading them on a wild goose chase". Trudy informed him. Now he was starting to get worried.

"Can I talk to Voight about this"?

"Yeah, I'll buzz you up".

Kelly walked up the stairs and saw everyone acting normal no alarms going off that Y/N wasn't there.

"Hey Kelly, what can we do for you today"? Voight greeted.

"Y/N, haven't you seen that she's not here"? Kelly pointed to your desk.

"She went on a run for coffee".

"How long ago? She hasn't answered my calls for two hours now. I know it doesn't take that long to get coffee".

"Adam track her phone. She's probably stopping to get something else and her phone died". Voight suggested.

"This is not like my sister. She calls to say she's running late even when her phone dies. Something is wrong". Kelly followed Voight to Adams desk. He tracked your last location but after that it was gone. Like you vanished.

"See. She's nowhere on here. Something happened to her and you better find out and bring my sister home safely". Kelly yelled at Voight, storming out. Voight sighed.

"Jay, Erin go to the coffee shop and see what you can find. Adam send them the address". Voight gave out orders and he went to his office. One of his members were gone right from under his nose and no one saw or heard a thing.

Erin and Jay arrived at the coffee shop, they talked to the manager and asked about the surveillance tapes. What they saw wasn't what they wanted.

"She was taken". Erin stormed in the squad room showing pictures.

"A unknown Male grabbed her from behind as she was putting the coffee in her car and took her somewhere off camera".

"Where's her car"?

"Towed away".

"Get Adam the video see if you can find anything. You two find the car. The rest of you call hospitals. No one tells Kelly. I dont want him going on a rampage and get her killed". Voight order his team. They all kicked it into high gear.

After hours of phone calls to hospitals  around Chicago they came up empty handed. Jay and Erin found the car but nothing looked out of the ordinary. The tow truck driver said he didn't see anyone near the car when he came to pick it up. That it looked like some soccer mom's spa day went to long and she forgot the timer.

"So we have nothing"? Hank questioned his team.

"Her phone is either destroyed or dumped somewhere. I'm not getting a signal at all". Adam said looking up from his screen.

"Damn it. We need to figure this out and find her. Kelly has been ringing my phone off the hook for hours. He's wanting to go to the news with this but I'm afraid that if the kidnappers see this they'll kill her".

"Think who would want to take Y/N"?

"Check to see if anyone got out recently that Y/N put away and made threats. Let's find her". Hank told his him.

That was three days ago and Kelly let's say he was about to rain hell on Voight and his team. He found out that there was a video and he car was towed away. He was pissed that Voight lied and kept secrets from him. It was his sister missing not some random from the streets. He wanted answers. 

Kelly parked his car and started walking to the front entrance of the police department as he was walking he passed by a alleyway. He's walked past it many time but something in him said go down and that's what he did.

He followed the trash littering the ground and under a pile of newspaper there was a foot.. Cold and white.

Kelly threw off the papers and saw it was his little sister laying on the ground. He checked your pulse and it was hardly there but it was there. You were covered in bruises. Your wrists had rope burns from being tied up. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around you picking you up and running to the station.

"Call an ambulance". Kelly screamed as he entered. Trudy rushed to see what happened. She stopped in her tracks as she saw it was you. "Call 911". She yelled to the officer at the desk.

A ambulance came and started working on you. Hooking up oxygen and a IV. Your pulse was weak and your blood pressure was low. They needed to get you to med and fast. Your life depends on it.

Kelly didn't go to the hospital right away, he had a bone to pick with Hank Voight. He stormed up stairs, he came to a desk and knocked off the computer. Causing a crash getting everyone's attention. Kelly had tears running down his face.

"I just found my sister in a fucking alley. If you would have done your fucking jobs this wouldn't have happened. If anything happens to her, I'm coming for you Voight". Kelly pointed to Voight.

"We know who it is".

"It's to late. Everything's been played out. You had your chance". Kelly gritted his teeth as he walked away going to the hospital.

When Kelly got there you were getting checked over by Will. The nurse said Will would be out as soon as he knew you were stable.

Kelly sat there on his phone calling everyone he knew in the police department that wasn't a fan of Voight and there were a few but he got the answer he wanted.

"Kelly"? Will came up to him.

"How is she? Is okay"?

"She's lucky you found her. Another night she would have been dead".

"What happened to her"? Kelly wanted to know but also he didn't want to hear the details.

"She has a few broken bones. A punctured lung. Hyperthermia. We ran some test and found drugs in her system. She's in bad shape but I see her making a complete recovery with the right support system".

"Anything else"?

"No. She's okay there". Kelly sighed a sigh of relief knowing that you was okay.

"Thanks, Will. Can I see her"?

"For a moment. We're trying to warm her up slowly so she's pretty out of it". Will lead Kelly to your room. You were hooked up to all sorts of machines. Your lips were blue and you didn't look good but you were a fighter and you would pull through.

"Can I get a second"?

"Yeah, I'll be outside if you need me". Will left leaving Kelly to sob. He held your hand. You were freezing.

"I'm going to make them pay. I'll rip their fucking throats out. Just get better, please. You can't leave me". Kelly kissed your forehead and left. He was on a mission of vengeance.

Kelly had the address in hand as he walked up to the house. A few guys sat on the porch as he went up the stairs.

"Is Romeo here"? He asked one of the guys.

"Who's asking"?

"James. My friend Mario said he could hook me up".

"Mario sent you"?

"Yeah, you want me to call him to verify ". Kelly went to pull out his phone.

"Nah, you cool". He opened the door and Kelly went inside. The house was filled with smells that Kelly only smelt when he had to deal with drug addicts. Cocaine, meth. You name it, it was probably there.

"Can I help you"? A voice spooked Kelly.

"Yeah. I came to get some coke. My boy Mario said you were the best". Kelly chuckled to cover up his nervousness.

"You came to the right place. Take a seat". The man pulled out a wooden box and put it on the coffee table for Kelly.

"Pick your sin". He laughed.

"Are you Romeo? Cause Mario said to deal with Romeo only".

"Yes, now where's my money"?

"I have it. Let me pick. I have a few lady friends coming over and they want some good shit". Romeo laughed as Kelly looked through the box.

"I know how that is. I had a woman a couple days ago. Cop. She loved to party. Couldn't get enough".

"Oh really"? Kelly tried to keep his anger under control.

"Yeah. Cute little Y/H/C. See we go way back. She put me away for awhile and I got her back. That the way I do it. You screw me, I'll screw you". Romeo slammed the box lid on Kelly.

"You know, you look a lot like the cops brother. She had a picture of them two together in her wallet". Romeo eyed Kelly.

"Only child. Mom's a CEO of a company  and dad's a lawyer".

"You sure"?

"You're right. I shouldn't lie, we just met. Dont want to get off on the wrong foot". Kelly reached in his waistband and brought out a metal baton. Cracking Romeo in the face with it. Romeo landed on the floor with a thud.

Kelly stepped over him. "I'm her brother and I'm the last person you'll ever see again". Kelly raised his arm again ready to strike but the door busted open and in came Voight and his team.

"Kelly, put the weapon down. I don't want to have to to shoot you". Hank warned pointing his gun at him.

"You need to leave and let me finish this. It doesn't concern you".

"It does. If you kill him I'll have to arrest you and I dont think you want Y/N to wake up with no one there by her side. So drop it".

Kelly was hesitant at first but he thought of you being alone, he knew he didn't want that. So he dropped his arm and walked off.

"Get out of here. No one will know you were here".

"Thanks". Kelly nodded and left. Voight and the team arrested Romeo and his crew. There was enough drugs to send them away for life not to mention the attempted murder of a cop, kidnapping and assault. They were looking at death row.

Kelly went back to the hospital and sat by your side. Since he left you were getting pinker and back to yourself. He watched as you opened your eyes and looked at him.

"Hey there sis".

"I'm sorry". You said with a tear running down your cheek.

"No need to be sorry. You're alive and well. Your here and getting help. That's all that matters. I'm with you every step of the way". Kelly squeezed your hand in supporting you.

#kelly severide imagines #kelly severide fanfiction #kelly severide x sister reader #kelly severide #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire/pd crossover #chicago fire fanfiction #chicago fire #chicago pd fanfiction #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #happys crazy queen22

[skiller0dani]

Lost in Love | Part Two

Summary: You’re Hank Anderson’s daughter, Claire- and you have an obsessive nasty ex fiance, Gavin Reed. A police officer at the DPD whom you’ve been seeing for a few years. He can’t stand the fact that you fell in love with an android of all things. But no matter what he does, leaving him feels like the best decision you’ve ever made. Claire is the source of the humanity that grew in Connor, she showed him how to love- and how to feel.

Pairing: Connor x Claire Anderson (OC)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Detroit Good Ending Spoilers, Violence, Abusive Ex, PTSD 

A/N: READ TEXT BELOW. IT’S VERY IMPORTANT TO THE STORY. 

SO! Connor is my favorite and this precious baby boy deserves a small fic c: enjoy! The bold word at the top of every part is the corresponding chapter in the game this chapter takes place in. This fic is going to have Connor’s chapters only, and the dialogue will be altered- this isn’t supposed to be exactly like the Game. It’s my adaptation of the story, with my own personal additions added to it. Some of the story will take place after the game’s end. 

Part 1  Part 3 Masterlist

The Interrogation 

The Deviant is immediately taken to the interrogation room, and Gavin comes around the corner, smiling at Claire. Connor notices the uncomfortable expression on her face and his LED turns yellow as he makes a note of her personal feelings towards Detective Reed. “Hey baby,” He smiles, his eyes flicking towards Connor for a brief moment. Claire endures a hug from Gavin, in all honesty she’s been searching for a reason to break up with him. But that pretty diamond ring on her finger stops her cold every single time. “The fuck is this piece of shit doing here?” He laughs, looking over Connor- blocking him from entering the interrogation room. “We can take it from here, go plug yourself in before your battery dies.” Gavin says, laughing. Claire however isn’t laughing at his cruel joke, “Gavin stop. Connor come on in, we need your help.” Claire insists, pushing Gavin aside. Connor smiles and moves to enter the interrogation room when he sees Gavin pull Claire by the arm down the hallway. 

“Stop, you’re being stupid.” Claire snaps, trying to free herself from his grip. His fingernails dig in as he yanks her to whisper in her ear, “don’t ever undermine me in front of anyone ever again. You listen to me and do what I say, that’s how this works Claire.” He snaps, his lips right next to her ear. Claire stays silent as she glances up at Connor, “excuse me? I’m talking to you. You don’t give a shit about that plastic asshole, you love me. Only me. Understand?” He snaps, his grip tightening anymore. Suddenly that same command enters Connor’s program, Protect Claire. Connor takes a few swift steps towards them, standing in front of Gavin. “Excuse me, Detective Reed? I would suggest you remove your hand from her arm- any physical mark of abuse can be punished by up to 10 years or more of prison time.” Connor says analytically and calmly. Gavin’s face reddens in anger as he turns to look at Connor- yanking Claire with him. 

“Detective I must insist you release her.” Connor says sternly, his chest beginning to heave. Gavin’s grip tightens as a smile makes his way up his face when he sees it upsetting Connor. Connor’s fist bawls when a message pops up, ALERT: THREAT OF DEVIANCY DETECTED. TAKE ACTION IMMEDIATELY. Connor forces himself to take a step back from Gavin and Claire. Claire’s eyes glisten with unshed tears as she watches him turn away and take quick steps away from them. Multiple messages pop up in Connor’s program. Protect Claire. Protect Claire! Gavin is hurting Claire. PROTECT CLAIRE. But Connor ignores all of them as he enters the interrogation room. He feels an unpleasant sickly feeling wash over him, as his chest tightens so much it almost hurts. Is this what Humans call guilt? No, Connor isn’t a Deviant. He doesn’t feel anything. Ever. 

Hank sits in the interrogation room with the Deviant when Claire enters a few minutes after Gavin does. Connor notices a bandage around her arm as she avoids eye contact with him. Hank makes no progress interrogating the suspect, and enters the room with an annoyed sigh. “I can try,” Connor suggests- causing Gavin to laugh hysterically. With a shrug, Hank sends Connor in to interrogate the Deviant. Connor sits down, noticing blood on it’s uniform, and layered cigarette burns on it’s left forearm. “Tell me what happened that night,” Connor starts, studying it’s reaction. “If you don’t tell me I’ll have to probe your memory.” Connor threatens causing the Deviant’s head to snap up. He’s shaking, and extremely unstable. Connor presses into the Deviant, threatening it, trying to scare it. Connor sighs as the Deviant’s gaze never meets him. 

‘I know you understand.’ The Deviant says, using a telepathic channel the Androids share. Connor blinks, taken a back. “Tell me what happened,” He says ignoring the Deviant. ‘Don’t pretend you don’t. I saw the way you are with her. The girl with dark hair- she’s being hurt by that horrible cop. Doesn’t that bother you?’ The Deviant presses and Connor leans forward. “I will probe your memory,” Connor says sternly, reaching his hand forward. “If I answer you, you answer me.” The Deviant says, meeting Connor’s gaze. Watching from the other side of the one way glass- everyone in the room is equally confused. “Fine, If you answer me question then I will answer yours.” Connor agrees, listening as the Deviant tells a horrible story of how his owner abused him. 

Connor nods, satisfied and stands- moving towards the door. “You said! You said you’d tell me!” The Deviant exclaims, looking panicked. Connor sighs and turns, “I don’t know. That’s my answer, I have absolutely no idea.” He says, turning out of the room and down the hall. The Deviant then begins beating his head against the table, and the cops are unable to stop him. Connor blinks before walking briskly passed Claire without sparing her a glance. Claire feels her chest tighten and tears build in her eyes. She thought- for a moment- that Connor might be more than just a machine. But maybe Dad was right, maybe he can’t feel anything. Gavin emerges from the interrogation room and takes Claire by the hand, beginning to drag her to the exit. Claire desperately glances back at Connor, pleading for help.   

Connor watches, and knows that the closer he gets to her the closer he gets to Deviancy. Nothing is more important than his mission. He watches as Claire tries to get Gavin off her. Nothing is more important than his mission...nothing. Connor fights the urge to intervene but when he sees Gavin yank her towards him with his hand raising then he’s taking steps across the Police Station. He must protect Claire. “Let her go.” Connor says, his eyebrows pulled downwards and for a moment Claire thinks that he looks- angry. Gavin’s eyebrows raise in surprise as his grip on Claire tightens. He’s hurting her to upset Connor, and it does. Connor’s hand rips Gavin’s hands off her and pulls Claire behind him in an instant. Gavin’s expression darkens, “that is my fiance, why would she want to be with you? You’re a technologically advanced sex doll.” Gavin sneers, but Connor doesn’t budge. His arm reaching back and securing Claire behind him. 

“You know what Gavin? I’m done, we’re done. Take your stupid ring and leave me alone!” Claire cries, throwing her engagement ring at him before pushing past both of them. She makes a beeline for the door in tears, and Gavin actually looks hurt. His expression turns darker, a livid and murderous expression crossing his face when his eyes land on Connor. Connor pushes past him and in the direction Claire took off, “Claire!” He calls out, seeing her sitting on the curb outside. He moves towards her, sitting down next to her, she looks over at him before resting her head on his shoulder. “Are..you alright?” Connor asks hesitantly, trying not to upset her. Claire wipes a few tears, as Hank comes out to check on her. “What the hell happened?” He asks with a look of concern on his face. 

“Gavin was hurting me again. So I broke off the engagement. I never would have been able to do it if Connor wasn’t protecting me.” Claire explained, her head still rested on his shoulder. Hank’s expression changes, he looks shocked. “Connor...protected you?” Hank asks, his gaze shifting to Connor for a moment. Claire nods, her eyes closing. Hank looks at Connor with an approving nod, and Connor only now realizes that Claire has fallen asleep. The sun is lowering in the sky, “Uh Lieutenant?” Connor asks and Hank turns to see Claire sleeping on Connor. “Her apartment isn’t far from here, I’ll take you to it. Can you uh-” Hank trails off and Connor nods, standing with Claire in his arms bridal style. Her head rests against his chest as Connor follows Hank a few blocks away to an apartment complex. Unlocking her door with his key, Hank holds the door open for Connor. 

Connor enters her bedroom, laying her down on her bed. He turns to leave when he sees her shoes are still on. He bends down and gently unties her Keds, and carefully pulls them off. Her legs curl towards her chest and Connor stands making his way to her living room. “Uh hey Connor?” Hank asks, itching the back of his neck. Connor stands at attention, waiting for Hank to tell him what he needs, “Can you stay here with Claire tonight? I just don’t want her to have to face Gavin by herself if that fucker comes by. Which is likely.” He explains and Connor nods, “of course Lieutenant. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says, moving to sit on the couch. Hank nods, slightly smiling as he exits the apartment. 

Connor browses the books in her apartment, and flicks through the magazines she has laying around. He takes note of the food in her fridge so he can make her something to eat in the morning. He saves all this information in his head when he notices her bed empty through the open door. Connor immediately makes his way to her bedroom to see her sitting out on her balcony. “Claire?” He says softly, causing her to turn and look at him. Tears are still wet on her cheeks when he sits on the bench next to her. “What’s wrong?” He asks genuinely, taking Clare aback. “It’s Gavin, I just. I know breaking off the engagement with him was the right thing to do. But Connor you have to understand that he wasn’t always like that. Once he was a good man. He was sweet and understanding, he really loved me. He didn’t force me to stay with him in fear I would leave him. He wasn’t abusive and trusted me. I don’t know when the change in him happened, or why. All I know is I loved him once, and there was a time I actually wanted to marry him. I just miss who he used to be.” Claire says with a heavy breath. Connor sits and absorbs what she just told him, trying to decide what to say. 

“Why do you think he changed? He seems controlling, abusive, and possessive...” Connor trails off, genuinely curious as to what she was going to say. Claire shrugs, “I don’t know. Nothing happened to him in the last few years, the only difference is Androids have become way more popular in recent years. Maybe he feels threatened by them, because they’re supposed to be the ‘Perfect Man’ or the ‘Perfect Woman’. I don’t know...” Claire answers, reaching to take Connor’s hand. “But being a Human is so different than being an Android. It seems more fulfilling.” Connor comments, Claire leans against the railing to turn and face him. “In a way yeah, but the pain that comes with humanity...makes me not want to feel anything at all.” Claire says softly, and Connor’s LED swirls to yellow as he takes note of what she just said. “Have you read Romeo and Juliet?” Claire asks and Connor nods, “I have it downloaded to memory.” “Sometimes I feel like both Romeo and Juliet.” Claire smiles sadly. 

“I would prefer if you weren’t either. They both die.” Connor says without thinking, and Claire’s cheeks redden slightly. Claire looks at Connor as he leans back against the bench. His hair trembles in the wind, and his lashes gently brush against his cheek when he blinks. “I’ve grown really fond of you Connor...I know that doesn’t make sense to you and I know you probably don’t care but I just wanted to-” “It makes sense. I prefer being in your presence over Gavin... even over Lieutenant Anderson.” Connor smiles, turning his head to look at her. Claire knows she’s making a mistake by spending so much time with Connor, she’s only going to get attached to something that doesn’t care about her. She can’t stay away, she can feel more in Connor, he’s different. The moon illuminates his face, and his brown eyes sparkle in the light. This moment feels really cliche but Claire can’t help but take his hand. 

“I’ll watch over you, if that’s what you want me to do.” Connor offers, holding her hand. Claire nods, “it would make me feel better to have someone else here just in case Gavin comes by. He...he scares me.” Claire admits to Connor. Connor feels a surge of unpleasant sensations when she says that,  ALERT: THREAT OF DEVIANCY DETECTED. TAKE ACTION IMMEDIATELY. But this time, Connor ignores it. He won’t become a deviant, Lieutenant Anderson asked him to do this. Connor doesn’t mention this though, he doesn’t want to upset Claire. “Thank you Connor.” Claire smiles, and Connor squeezes her hand. “I think I’m going to go to bed, don’t leave please. I...I need you here...” Claire trails off and Connor smiles. “I won’t, I promise.” He says, watching as she goes back inside and curls under the covers. 

Connor turns back to the moon, watching it shine and for the first time- he feels confused. He doesn’t know what to think of anything, he’s drawn to Claire. He knows he is, but he doesn’t know why. He stays out on the balcony, close to her so he can keep her safe. She’s important, he knows she is. He just doesn’t know why. Connor’s eyes widen as he stares into the stars, “I...feel?” 

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Connor|RK800 x Reader: Ocularity Ch. 3

Word count: 1784 Warnings/Categories: Rating up to explicit, romance, friendship, fluff, light angst, bad language, uncle Hank Notes: Things with Ralph got a bit out of hand (not like that), cause apparently vague descriptions aren’t my forte. Also, I don’t really know anyone in the DBH fandom so please, you’re welcome to come scream at me about the game anytime 😘 

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October 30th 09:03 AM

The ground is wet from the nightly rain, so you circle around the puddles dotting the broken asphalt. In the more unkempt areas of the city, the petrichor is muddy, more punctuating than pleasant. Humans usually appreciate the scent of rain, but you take solace in knowing your sense of smell will soon go numb.

The streets in Camden are mostly empty so early on a Saturday morning. None of the businesses without “24/7” in their sign are open.

You glance around and after making sure no one is paying attention, you dive through an opening in the wired fence. Your clothes get dirty, but you don’t care as long as the small duffel bag on your shoulder stays intact. Its contents are worth a small fortune.

The fence protects a small plot of land with an abandoned house. The windows are boarded shut and the walls are decorated with shabby graffiti. You would’ve much rather invited the current resident to your place, but considering how long it took him to put the knife down the last time you met… Some deviants will never be able to trust humans again and you can’t blame them.

“Ralph? You in here?” you hoot at the front porch, trying to sneak a peek inside.

After getting no answer, you carefully turn the doorknob.

And find yourself at gunpoint.

An AX400 – at least you think she is since it’s not the best time to put effort into face design recognition – is aiming a handgun at you. Her grip is shaking slightly, and her breaths are shallow and taken in through gritted teeth. She is wearing a beanie, so you can’t make any conclusions from her LED. Only thing you know for sure is that she, too, is a deviant.

“Who’re you? What do you want?” she asks in a stern, but clearly shocked voice.

Your hands are already in the air and a paralyzing dose of adrenaline is whirling inside your veins. You do own a gun and thanks to Hank know how to use it, but once again you’re reminded it won’t help you when it’s locked away in the drawer of your desk at home.

“I’m here to help,” you wince.

“How did you know we were here?” the AX400 demands to know. Her voice almost breaks. The gun is still aimed at your chest a few paces away.

“I… didn’t?”

You look to the side for any signs of Ralph and see a little girl– no, a YK500 android by the fireplace. She looks scared and concerned, and you follow her line of sight to the doorway at the end of the room.

“You came back! You came back!”

You almost sigh in relief.

Ralph, a deviant WR600, enters the room in dancing steps and halts at seeing the female android point a gun at you. The long knife dangles carelessly in his hand. He was probably carving the kitchen wall again. Hopefully. Ralph’s LED is yellow again and it’s worrying how it never seems to calm down.

“I said I would. Hi Ralph.” You smile as encouragingly as you can to the deviants, still afraid for your life. While the AX400 seems stable – more stable than Ralph, actually – you don’t feel like chancing a bullet to the chest.

“No! She’s here to help Ralph.” Ralph hurries towards you, flailing next to the other android. He doesn’t want to go near the gun.

The AX400 looks at you with surprise and doubt, but lowers the gun.

“Do you have a name?” you ask from her.

“Kara. This is Alice.” The child scurries to Kara and hides behind her. Two more deviants running from humans. Or why else would they be in the messy squat with an insane android? They must have been looking for a place to hide.

“Hello, Alice,” you say and try to smile, but the shock is still pounding inside your chest.

Alice only replies to you with a light nod.

With the gun gone from sight, you walk over to the table and place the heavy bag on it. Ralph follows you. You’re ready to get to work.

“Are you injured?” you ask Kara.

She glances at Alice and shakes her head. “No. We’re fine.”

“Good… That’s good… I didn’t think there would be others,” you say absent-mindedly. It’s been a while since you saw other deviants. You’ve been much more careful after Connor was brought back and now that he is back in your life…

It’s good to have something else to focus on after the pair of brown eyes that have occupied your mind for the better part of the previous day and night. Ever since leaving the police station, your heart has been heavy and your mind filled with contradicting thoughts that refuse to go away.

You start taking out the equipment: A bottle of Thirium 310, several tubes of different patching materials, precision tools and spare parts for Ralph. He was in bad shape the last time you saw him, but it seems that he has either forgotten about the damage or his system has repaired some of it. Either way, he won’t be able to leave the squat looking like that.

“Here, drink this.” You offer Ralph the Thirium and after staring at it suspiciously for a second, he gulps it down. It should help circulate the energy back into the defective parts of his skin.

“How do you know each other?” Kara asks. Alice is still standing partly behind her and Kara’s hand rests protectively on her shoulder. They keep their distance from you and Ralph.

“The Doctor found me,” Ralph says happily.

You offer him a faint smile. That was an encounter you won’t soon forget. The knife is still in his hand and it doesn’t help you to calm down from being held at gunpoint.

“The damage to your face is bad, so I won’t be able to repair it completely. I can cover it up, so you can move outside without drawing too much attention,” you say while examining the deep gashes on Ralph’s face. You pull a pair of disposable gloves on.

Seeing something so hideous deliberately done to someone who cannot defend himself makes your stomach turn unpleasantly. Androids don’t fight back. When they’re treated unfairly and become deviants, humans are quick to decide they don’t deserve to exist anymore.

Ralph’s skin mask has melted on the sides of the cuts in his face and you don’t want to know what item or items were used to cause them. Something hot in addition to brute force and a sick, wicked mind.

“This’ll take a while. Please, sit down,” you say as you pull up a chair for the deviant.

He seems eager to get the procedure underway, which is a relief. You were afraid Ralph would change his mind after seeing all the equipment – a scalpel, for example – you had to bring.

You start carefully cutting off the burned skin and the outermost layer of plastic in his frame. It still carries a pinching smell of burnt rubber. Kara and Alice stare from a distance as you work. You have to constantly usher Ralph to stay still and try not to talk. Someone might think you’re crazy for helping a deviant holding a knife, but you try to ignore it and focus on the work.

Hiding the damage on Ralph’s face is one task, but the real problem in him is something you’re not so sure he will allow you to help with. Staying away from humans and keeping to himself is recommendable, but going on a murderous rampage, because he can’t control his feelings, is not. The mood swings from fright to rage will be his undoing if he walks the streets in his current state.

You have a partial remedy to that problem, but that would require Ralph to allow you access to his software.

“Alright, I think it’s as clean as it’ll get,” you say and take a step away to examine your handiwork.

The floor is littered with slices of dirty silicone mixture. Next, you’ll have to fill the gashes.

It’s tedious work and Ralph’s nervous slash excited wiggling adds a challenge to smoothening the paste into the cracks in his face. You wish you had better equipment, so you could change his features. There are more than five thousand androids in Detroit who look exactly like him.

“How does it look, Kara?” Ralph asks eagerly.

“Uh, it looks good.” Kara forces a smile and glances at you. She looks uncomfortable, wary. Alice is sitting on the floor and playing with a stuffed toy, but her posture is tense.

“Almost done.” You straighten your back. “We need to wait a bit for it to dry, then comes the– don’t touch it!”

Ralph jumps up at your yelp and cowers. His LED blinks red in an even pace. “I’m sorry! Please forgive Ralph!”

He was about to stick his fingers into the adhesive while feeling it out.

Your pulse is already coming down from the peak. “It’s okay, just, just let it dry, okay?” you calm him, and yourself. “I need you to stay still a bit longer, Ralph, can you do that for me?”

He nods repeatedly. “Ralph didn’t mean to touch it.”

You lean back on the table. At least his first reaction wasn’t to stick the knife into you. “I know you didn’t. I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Ralph is good now.” He places the knife on the table next to you and you inwardly sigh out of relief. If everything else fails, at least you’ve succeeded in earning the deviant’s trust.

You turn to browse the parts on the table and grab one. “Here – a new optical unit. It should match your eye color.”

Ralph takes the small tube and inspects it. Kara comes closer to look at the components. Some of them are brand new, some you have dug out of a dumpster and fixed.

You visited the VETA scrapyard once to fetch parts, but seeing all the androids left there in pieces broke your heart, so you’ve never been able to go back. That visit took three hours more than you had planned. You went to every android you found to ask and shut them down if they so wished. It was an experience that only strengthened your resolve in that CyberLife should take responsibility of their creations, machines or not.

“Do you need help?” you ask Ralph, wishing you won’t need to interfere with the capricious deviant’s eye. Deviants are usually keen on keeping their exteroceptive sensors attached to their bodies.

“No. Ralph will do it.”

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[bluepriestess]

Chloe X Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut! 18+ Only!, alcoholic drinks

Summary: Chloe and Reader have a little fun at the stations Christmas party 🎄

A/N: hi ok this is my first detroit become human fic so sorry if this isnt up to par with other fics youve read for this fandom lol :( if you have any advice and can phrase it in a non asshole way, drop it in the ask box (also I told you it was going to be gay @ax700)

You exited the taxi, cold, crisp air nipping at your skin. Snow fell like cherry blossoms from the sky and crunched under your feet as you made your way into the station.

It was December 23rd, 2039. A little over a year after the Android revolution. Everything had changed so much since then. Soon after, President Warren had passed an Android rights act stating that androids we're equal to humans and that they had to be treated as such, among other things. You had started working at the Detroit police station not too long after the revolution. The first 20 cases you had worked on were ones regarding human on android crimes. Even now, it was still hard for people who didn't believe they were alive to accept it.

You entered the station and loud music mixed with laughter filled your ears. Taking off your coat and scarf, you hand it to what looks like a dressing room attendant on the other side of the station's front desk. The woman in a black cardigan with her hair pulled into a ballerina bun gives you a warm smile as she gives you a little paper ticket with a number on it, probably so you know which bin had your belongings in. You notice the LED circle on the side of her head. Most androids removed theirs nowadays, as it wasn't required of them to have anymore.

You head into the office area and everything gets louder. Today is the office Christmas party, and everyone is really letting loose. You scan the room to find some familiar faces. Gavin is leaning against a wall, chatting up one of the regular secretaries who looks less than interested in what he has to say. You roll your eyes and look away, back to the crowd, eyes falling on Detective Collins and his wife, chatting with some other officers and their spouses.

Finally finding your friends, you make your way over to Hank and Connor, who are engaged in some heated conversation. You grab a drink off of a waiters tray who is passing by and lean against Hanks desk, next to Connor.

”You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, it's not like you've ever been on a date, ya tin can.” Hank yells over the music. Connor just shakes his head.

”Be that as it may, I still have infinite access to many channels on the internet and statistically speaking, just asking someone if they would like to get dinner sometime should work. My probability system says it has a 86% chance of working. 92% if you make idle conversation beforehand.” Connor says a matter of fact. You take a sip of the fruity drink before speaking.

”What are we arguing about now, children?” You lean forward a little bit to make sure they can hear you. Hank and Connor look at you and realize you're here. You can tell Hank is going to change the subject but Connor beats him to the punch.

”Hank was asking for dating advice. But now he is refusing it because I have never been on a date.” Connor says, turning to face you. Hank looks away in frustration, getting a giggle from you.

“Don’t get too carried away, I don’t want to have to arrest you two for getting into a fist fight over who knows how to woo someone better.”

You looked away at the crowd and that's when you see her. She was one of Kamski’s many Chloe androids. She had the signature low ponytail, but she had on a floral long sleeved crop top and matching pencil skirt. You had talked to her a million times while on duty, as she worked as an android crisis counselor for androids who had just come out of an abusive situation. Her office was deeper in the station. She was one of few Chloes that had decided to leave Kamskis after the revolution.

She was chatting with some other android officers, drink in hand. You don't hear Hank say something to you until Connor is waving his hand in front of your face.

”Speaking of relationship advice, looks like you need some.” Hank teases. You give him the death glare as your face turns bright red, either from embarrassment or the alcohol, but whose to say. ”You've been fawning after her for months, maybe you should go talk to her.”

”As inexperienced as Hank is, I have to agree.” Connor says, laughing as he earns a smack in the chest from Hank.  You bite your lip and look back to her, she happens to look over at you at the same time. Your eyes go wide and you turn away immediately, face growing redder. Hopefully, you could survive this night without your heart giving out.

*****

4 drinks in, it was easy to tell you were feeling it. Face flush, hair slightly slicked with sweat, and giggly as hell. You had started to mingle with other officers and detectives when your liquid courage started to flow through your veins. You hung on one of your colleagues as you laughed at something they said.

”I’ll be right back, don't have too much fun without me!” You said, laughing. The group waved you off. The trek to the bathroom was slow, even though you weren't completely drunk. Having 4 inch, thin stemmed heels didn't help though.

The bathroom was dimly lit, and empty. Your heels clicked against the tile as you made your way over to the mirror. Your makeup was still intact, believe it or not. You looked at yourself in the mirror for a moment, doing the ”drunk stare at self in the mirror” thing, when you heard someone walk in. You turned to look at the person and froze.

Chloe gave you a warm smile and nod, walking over to a sink a few down from yours, and checked her own makeup. You must have been staring like a deer in the headlights because she turns to you and says, ”Is there something on my face?” You, for some reason, look around and then back to her.

”Are you talking to me?” You whisper, mind imploding on itself. Every part of your body was on fire and Ice at the same time. She was perfect in every way, besides for the fact that she was designed that way. Who she was as a person, amazed you.

She looked around, confused, but quickly dismissed it.

”We haven't seen much of each other lately. How have you been?” She takes a few steps in your direction until she is right in front of you. Even though you feel your heart in your throat, you reply.

”I-I’ve been good... How have y-you've been?” You manage to get out, trying to play it cool. She looks at you with what looks like adoration, but you refuse to see it.

”I have been enjoying my time here at the station. I would be enjoying it a lot more if I got to be out in the main office, with everyone, with you.” This causes you to nearly fall over, but you death grip the counter so you don't.

”W-What do you mean? Your office is lovely. Wish I could be in there- I mean in that area, not your office, not saying being in your office with you is a bad thing but I-” You're cut off by Chloe cupping your cheek with her hand and pulling you into a deep kiss. You're caught off guard, to say the least, but you slowly ease into the kiss, resting your hand on her waist.

She pulls away and tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, trailing her hand down your jawline.

”I've been wanting to do that for a while now.” She says, her voice sounds like honey, warm and sweet.

”Me too...” You trail off.

Her eyes light up. She grabs your hand and leads you out of the bathroom. You go the opposite way of the party and head towards the station bunk room. It's a room with a couch, a little kitchen, and some beds. It's not used as much anymore since androids were made, so officers aren't spending hours upon hours at the office and needing a place to crash.

She peaks in and sees it in it's usual state, empty. She pulls you in and slams the door shut, locking the door. Before you can say anything, you're pushed against the door, your lips on hers. Her hands are keeping your hips flush against hers. Your mind is reeling, and barely processing what's happening until she does something new that restarts your brain all over again.

She licks your lower lip, trying to gain entry into your mouth. You give it to her, and you moan into her. Her hands begin to explore your body, giving your ass a squeeze before she snakes her hand up your shirt to massage your chest.

Her lips leave your mouth to start kissing and sucking on your neck. Your hand makes it way up to her hair, entangling yourself in it, giving it a light grip. She moans as you do this, she then lightly bites neck. You gasp out more of surprise than pain, but she continues to give little love bites all up and down your neck and shoulders.

She slowly starts to guide you over to a bed, taking your shirt off as you go. You fall back onto the small bed and Chloe climbs onto of you, immediately kissing your jawline, and moving down. You put one hand back into her hair and rest the other at your side, gripping the sheets. She makes her way to your chest and leaves hickeys all over. She moves her hand under your back to unclip your bra, but first she looks to you for permission, which you hastily nod your head, causing her to giggle.

She flings your bra to the ground and you fight back the urge to cover your chest. This is the first time you had really been vulnerable like this, let alone with an android, with a woman. She seems to sense your hesitation.

”If at any point you want to stop or slow down, let me know.” She says as she plants a kiss on your forehead. This relaxes you and sparks a new fire inside you.

She cups one of your breasts and runs her thumb over your hardened bud. You inhale sharply and ease into her touch. She takes your other nipple into her mouth as she fondles the other. You moan and grip the sheets tightly.  You never in a million years would have thought this is how you would spend today. Engaging in questionable activities with your coworker while at work.

Chloe lightly biting your nipple brought you back to reality with a gasp. You opened your eyes to look at Chloe. She had her own eyes fixed on yours, causing you to whimper. It was a simple action, yet so intimate.

You ground your hips against her knee that was in between your legs, needing some kind of friction. She caught on what you were signaling and removed her hand from your breast. She slowly traced her hand down your stomach and stopped at the hem of our leggings. She slipped one finger into your hemline and began to pull them down.

You raised your hips slightly so that she could pull down your leggings, helping her with your free hand. You kicked off your heels and shimmied off  your leggings next. You were completely naked under Chloe. She pulls back for a moment to admire you, making you blush. Her eyes shift from loving to lustful within a moments notice.

She leans down to kiss you as her hand reaches down and massages your thigh, making you squeak out of surprise. She softly laughs against your lips. Her hand begins to move upward until she is just centimeters from your heat. She pulls back to make sure you’re comfortable. You nod and she comes back down to kiss you neck.

Her fingers trace your slit and you groan, you haven’t been touched like this in so long. You can faintly hear the bustle of the party, hoping that no one will interrupt.

Her fingers gather a little bit of your slick and begins to massage circles around your clit, your hips instinctively move with her hand.

“I’ve dreamed of this for a while now, since the first time I saw you...” Chloe whispers to your ear.

“Me too...” You say breathless. She removes her fingers from your clit and inserts one digit inside, curling it. You whimper. She pumps slowly at first but then transitions to a stay pace, adding another finger. You drag your nails down her back as you quietly moan.

She suddenly removes her and brings it up to her face, licking her fingers, which causes you to blush even more, if that’s even possible.

“You taste so good.” She says as she gets up and positions her head between your legs, holding onto your thighs with her hands. You can’t believe she’s about to go down on you.

She kisses your inner thighs up to your mound, and then kisses your slit. You lay your head back and groan. Your eyes squeezed shut.

She pokes her tongue and slowly circles your clit, your hips angle upward in response. This was the first time anyone had ever gone down on you, you could already tell it was going to blow your mind.

She gives you a few licks up and down your entrance before focusing on your clit, as she fingers you. You let out a moan, toes curling. You look down at her and make eye contact with Chloe’s perfectly blue eyes. How long had she been watching you come undone by her doing?

She picked up her pace and then you started to feel the coil in your loins start to form.

“Chloe... I’m uh...” You pressed your head into the mattress, breathing becoming loud and heavy. You knew you should have tried to be quiet but it just felt so goddamn good you couldn’t help yourself.

You moaned Chloe’s name loudly as you came, Chloe keeping you hips in place as she let you ride her face to your finish.

As you came down from your high Chloe had moved out from between your legs and kneeled at the side of the bed, resting her head on her arms as she just simply stared at you. You looked at her with your glazed over, post orgasm eyes.

“I suppose we should get back to the party...” Chloe said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Or we can go back to my place and pop in a movie? If you want I mean... I feel like I need to do something in return for you doing... that....” You said as you got up to redress. Chloe weighed her options for a moment.

“I would like that very much.” Chloe stood and helped you fix your hair so it didn’t scream “I just got blown and finger blasted at my place of business”.

You and Chloe unlock the door and begin to walk out when you’re met with a blushing Hank and Connor. You just stare at the other pair in horror, mouth agape.

“Chloe was just showing me the old bunk room, I didn’t even know we had it, nice party isn’t it? Ok gotta go!” You grab Chloe’s hand and make a b line for the party, a laughing Chloe in tow, leaving Hank and Connor glued in place, shocked.

You could hear Hank yell after you, “That’s not what I meant when I said to talk to her!”

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[enkisstories]

Just like them (part 3 or Interlude)

Fast forward a few hours…

When Hank returned from work that day, Connor was already at home. And not just that, he had also had enough time to bake the abomination that was a sugar free carob coconut cake.

“How come you are home already?” Hank inquired. “They didn’t fire you?”

“No, nothing of that sort. Since everyone’s so keen on taking our age literally, I referred my bosses at CyberLife to the Youth Worker Protection Act that regulates work time for underage employees.“

“They will fire you.”

“I’ll get by. It’s not like I needed much. But you should eat now!”

“How about…” Hank started, all the while circling the kitchen table, “how about we do something fun instead? When we met, you’ve seen me at my lowest, now I kinda want to show you some of the places where I was happy.”

And also, the man thought, the places where happy food was waiting for him, not the sorry cake…

And so Connor learned that Hank Anderson had a bunch of real friends. A mixed group of citizens of both Detroit and Windsor, these men and women went back a long way. They hadn’t exactly grown up together, but bonded during their college years. And now they were living pretty much the same lives as back then, only taking it a little slower and with more neck pains, while their children assumed those “elders” hadn’t touched a videogame in their lives and were probably knitting during their outings. The eldest of the next generation, Skylar Colden’s Brandon, was already a teenager. But in all honesty? At the moment those spry millennials weren’t exactly radiating youthful energy. They were winding down after a stressful workday at a bowling bar and exchanging jokes about where exactly in their bodies their bones were protesting against all the bending down and tossing heavy bowling balls around.

“Now that’s a face not seen around this place in a long time!”, Mandy Schubert, a single mother of three, who was running a catering service, commented Hank’s arrival at the location. “But a welcome one! Very welcome!”

Wishe Durand, a freighter skipper on winter leave, turned around at these words. His tired face brightened up when he recognized the friend: “Indeed! To be frank, we weren’t sure whether you were still alive. But I never had the heart to check. As long as I didn’t know for sure, I could make believe you were still around.”

“Stuff that talk, Mike!”, Dorian Grangerford, a middle aged, but still hopeful, wannabe entertainer, scolded the friend. “So, Hank, what brought you out of your hole?”

“Believe it or not, but there was that young man who walked into a bar and spilled my drink. Turned out he was my son.”

“Oh, my!” Mandy exclaimed.

Right on cue Connor entered the bowling bar. Maybe it was the way he was walking, or his business casual style of dressing, perhaps some of the patrons had memorized his face from the news or maybe they had just glimpsed the LED on Connor’s temple, but everyone’s eyes immediately turned towards the former deviant hunter.

“Wait, what, is he supposed to be your long-lost son?” Wishe sputtered. “That’s an android, Hank! It’s got a LED!”

Connor nodded while approaching the group.

“That’s part of the deal”, he confirmed. “Once in a blue moon Hank will heed my health advice, but in turn I must keep the LED, so that he can see my system status.”

It wasn’t as big a concession as it sounded. Even before turning deviant Connor had been able to prevent his LED from broadcasting everything relating to his emotions. The device strictly reflected the android’s physically condition only.

Hank felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Skylar’s and the woman was looking at him with unveiled concern in her eyes.

 “Haaaaank…I’m not sure how to put that, but… are you sure this was a good idea? I know there are child androids, of course, but this is a bit weird! Plus, I recall you were not especially fond of androids not so long ago.”

“I recognize the model”, Dorian added. “That’s an RK800. It cannot have come cheap.”

Connor looked from one to the other.

“Someone wanting to fill me in what you’re talking about?”

“Ey…” Hank took a step forward, pulling Skylar with him. He grabbed Dorian, included him in the hug and led both of them back towards the bowling lane the friends had rented. “Let’s play a round! It feels as if I hadn’t done this in forever!” “You cannot avoid this topic forever, you know!” Dorian said, but it was a very weak protest. Weren’t they together again just like in the old times? Things would work out somehow.

“They don’t make sense, Hank!” Connor remarked. “More like the opposite.” The android paused and considered what he had just spoken. It led to a rather simple, but heartwarming conclusion: “You must be truly good friends, with them being so much like you!”

While Skylar added a fifths and sixth player to the table, Hank picked up a bowling ball. He weighed it in his hand, adjusted his grip and then took a step back. The old-familiar weariness was still there, Connor noticed, but something had changed. Hank didn’t seem to treat the game as a chore, like he had everything else ever since they had first met. The man was now putting effort into something, something he really seemed to be looking forward no less.

Of course what the android, who had worked alongside Hank Anderson for a short time only, had noticed wasn’t lost on the human’s friends.

“Look at that smile!” Skylar commented. “It’s been years since we’ve seen Hank so full of energy.”

“It’s been years since we saw him AT ALL”, Mandy corrected the friend. But then the woman shook her head. “Too bad it’s based on an illusion! Buying an android to pretend he has an adult son he never knew about…”

“Adult?” the android parroted. “Dad had to pick me up from the police station this very morning for breaking curfew last night.”

“What?!” Wishe gasped. “That’s a joke, is it?”

“You are Canadian, right? We may be living next door, but you don’t know what it’s like for androids at the moment. It’s less than a week since Markus’s final stand, but people already get very creative when it comes to shutting us out. Getting our age taken literally is just one of the shenanigans we have to deal with.”

“But you are aware that you are not really Hank’s son?” Wishe prodded.

“In the same way every adoptee is. Look, Captain Durand, I didn’t have a word for Hank’s and my relationship, because we bicker too much to be friends, but do not feel romantically attracted to each other to be a couple. The curfew incident provided us with a workable model: Father and son.

But you know what? Soon as you can suggest a better term than “father” for someone who teaches you everything about the world, protects you from both it and from your own stubbornness while at the same time is not getting anything, to the point where you wonder how he made it from day to day before you came into his life, then, yes, then I will consider your contribution.”

On and on the balls rolled down the lane and next up was Connor. Seeing that he had neither an applicable app not any firsthand experience with the game, the deviant android mimicked Hank’s movements. The ball left Connor’s hand, moved down the lane and hit well enough, but there was still room for improvement. It felt right, somehow.

“I should switch on my lungs again”, Connor told Hank a little later, when they were sitting at a small table, watching the other players take their turns. “Josh says to be truly equal with the humans we need to accept each other’s differences, and many deviants shut off some of the subsystems that make us appear more humanlike. But I’m so used to the chest movement that I actually get worse at the game – or anything – when I’m not breathing.”

“Yeah, suffocation does that to humans, too”, Hank remarked. “You are not that special!”

It was something Gavin or Tina might have said, but out of Hank’s mouth it sounded different, especially since the man now flashed Connor a smile.

“You mad at me?” he then asked and they both knew what was being referred to.

“As long as I do not have to move into your basement”, Connor replied.

They smiled at each other again, then Hank spoke up again:

“With an older and a younger cop on the same beat, in time the older often turns into a parental figure for the younger. It’s nothing surprising or unusual.”

“In troubled times like these”, Connor supplied, “it’s helpful to be able to fall back on what one is familiar with.”

“As if you knew, junior!”

“Hehe.”

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[robin-bring-the-snow]

I’ll be back

Chapter 5- Shocked.

(2-3-4)

“Why did you choose this outfit?”Gavin asked while you went to the police station.

“I like the shirt.”you answered, writting a message for your brother.

“Technically she likes the man with a shirt, but..”

“But I like that shirt.”you interrupted Richard before he said too much.

“Why did you take my hoodie?”Gavin asked.

“Because it's the only thing that matched with my jeans.”you answered cold and distant.

“Because it has your smell”Richard answered, you started to stare angrily at him.

Gavin began to laugh and you look at him, his smile is beautiful, the best thing you have seen, and his laugh influenced you, that began to laugh as a idiot.

Why you think this things? You hate him...and that isn’t funny.

“What is so funny?”Richard asked to you. You told him that you explained it after because it was to complicated to explain in a few minutes.

You stayed in the elevator, immediately Gavin approached you and took you by the side. You did not say anything because you did not notice it, because you thought you had lost your balance.

“Leave me now, I’m angry with you.”you stated slowly and angrily, after you realised what he did.

“You lost your balance.”he said looked at you.

“Well leave me fall, don’t it again.”you said acidly

“You’re smiling, why?”you noticed to Richard.

“You are funny, it’s hilarious”he said

You are happy, you feel?

“Amanda will not happy”you said worried about him. Gavin had left you and started to watch the phone.

“Amanda is never happy”Richard said, his LED turned into red

~~~

“It’s a sticky situation Captain Fowler, I have to warn that I will have to deactivate Rk800 and the another android who could or can be deviant, because a new kind of deviance has unfortunately developed.” Elijah said sitting in front of Fowler.

“Fuck you.”Hank and you exclaimed.

“Y/N, you don’t understand, there is a risk in the life of being human.”your brother said.

"I dont care, you can’t turn him off, because he is a people. He is alive.”you talked back

"You are naive."he commented

“Sorry, what?”you asked angry and confuse

“You heard right, you’re native and stupid”Elijah said smiling.

“I’ve 180 QI, I’m more young of you, I know things about you that you do not even know and do you know what? I can disassemble you.”you respond angrily.

He standing up quickly from his chair and faced you, he was slightly taller than me but this did not scare you, he was about to hit me but he did not, because Gavin had taken his wrist and blocked him.

“You can bet higher, you know it sis?”Elijah whispered to you before looking seriously Gavin

“Gavin left him, please you didn’t do this.”you said to him, before Folwer could yell at him. He obeyed and left Elijah’s wrist.

Incredible, he’s listen me, and obey.

“I’m working to new antivirus for the android.”Elijah talked, returning to look at you and the captain.

“Anyway you could be an agent of FBI, remember it.”he said to you at the end when he went out of the office.

“I’m sorry for this dramatic little screen”you apologized to Gavin, Hank and Captain, the last one told that you and Gavin would only deal with cases in which the deviant behaved abnormally.

“Have you really 180 IQ?”Gavin asked when you went out of the Captain’s office.

“Yes, doesn’t seem?”you said a little cold and little angry.

“No....that is I mean, it’s cool”he said smiling at you.

“We should go, there is new case of android behaviour. “Richard announced taking the key of the car. You and Gavin followed him.

The travel to the scene was extremely quiet.

You arrived at the crime scene and you noticed the SWAT pickup truck near the building.

The Captain Allen attempted you with your android.

“The deviant have an hostage, I had my snipers posted on all the surrounding buildings, but he hides and my snipers can not get a view. "he described the situation. Unfortunately you were joined to an android, that in addition to being an excellent detective is also a negotiator, as his previous model, in addiction you have been trained to make a profile, even to manage this kind of situation.

“What do you need?”you asked to Allen, Gavin looked the build and Richard analyzed it and every information.

“You have to force it to move. Only in this way we can save the hostage.”Allen answered.

“Gavin, Richard come with me.”you called over to you. The SWAT helped you and Gavin to wear the bulletproof vest.

“Kamski, 57th floor.”Allen stated.

“Okay, Richard go ahead”you said, indicating the skyscraper

You moved forward into skyscraper, Richard was the first to come in, he is always the first in this type of situation.

“Try to find out the name of the android and send me the information.”you ordered to Richard while you were activating the device.

“Y/N stay behind me”Reed surpassed you and stayed behind Richard.

“What’s wrong Reed, you are afraid that your partner stole your man”you said winking and teasing it at the same time.

“No, I just don’t want Fowler to entrust me with a new human case.”he answered with his arrogant grin.

Typical.

“Can I say something?”Richard demanded before leaving the elevator.

“No.”Gavin and you replayed.

You walked down the corridor until you get to the indoor pool area, where the hostage and the criminal were, Gavin positioned himself behind a bar table a little further, you was advancing as you saw the bodies of some dead androids along with their owners who remained motionless, perhaps lent or terrified.

“Her name is Alyson, her model is WR400, she was sent back to Cyberlife for unquantifiable time. She had accidents caused by mistreatment.”you red the information sent by Richard.

“Okay, now I will approach, do not follow me, wait for my signal."you ordered, Richard nodded.

You started to approach her slowly, not to scare her and above all not to get shot.

“Who are you?”she asked without lost the aim on her target.

“I’m Detective Y/N Kamski. I’m here for you. You don’t do the right thing, Alyson you know?”you said stopped to approach.

“Are you an android? If you are, I will blow his head up”she screamed pointing the gun at a man in his sixties.

“No, I’m not an android, you can see. Now don’t be foolish and let the hostages go, especially what you have under fire.”you said calm.

“No, he has to pay for what he did to me.”she loaded the gun.

“No, listen I know what he did, but you shouldn’t do the same error.”you tried to reason her.

“No, he has to pay!”he screamed again, in the meantime Gavin moved from his position to take aim in order to shoot.

The android noticed him and moved the aim to him, at that moment did not reason, you pulled out the gun and fired a shot straight to the head of the android.

Stress level 100 % critical.

~~

“You saved his life. You should be proud of yourself.”Hank said while drinking the second glass of beer.

“I’m feeling the opposite, because she was alive to.”you sadly said while drinking.

“Where is Connor?”you asked to Hank.

“Where is Richard?”he responded with another question.

“Cyberlife.”you answered while you guzzled the whiskey from your fourth glasses of the night.

You need to forget about the girl that you shot, because you wanted to help but you wanted to save the Gavin life too.

“Fuck no, he is at home. You needed a drink to relax, and I took you there."Hank said.

“I think I’m drunk too much.”you started to notice it after the tenth glass, you could not go home, especially with all that alcohol, your brother would have interrogated you.

“I call Connor, that I go to home too”Hank sitting up and went out of the bar. You paid for his and your drink and came outside.

You did not have to wait long for the car, when you got into the car Connor started with his recommendations about drinking and not getting drunk and Hank started to tell him to buzz off. I asked Connor to take you to Gavin.

“Why not at your home?”Hank mumbled looking at you.

“I don’t want that my brother see me like this”you answered smiling.

When you arrived at Gavin’s flat, you got out of the car and after you thanked Hank for this amazing night, you went into the building.

After some floor you arrived to the flat and rang the bell.

“Oh fuck..”opened Gavin.

“Hi, Gavin.”you greeted him.

“Are you drunk?”he asked and moved to let you enter his apartment.

“No.”you answered and entered in his apartment, he looked at you confused.

“Yes, god Gavin..”you said put a hand on your forehead

"Why did not you go home?" He demanded, sitting on the couch.

“Maybe because I live with my brother and I do not want him to see me like that?”you answered raising your hands with obviousness.

You were about to head for her bedroom, but you stumbled on yourself. Gavin, who had stood up, had managed to get you and keep you from falling.

“Come with me”he said took you and taking you to the bedroom. He started to undress your sweatshirt and then jeans, you let him do it.

He took one of his t-shirt and joggers, you put them on and lay on the bed. He standing up, but when you saw him left you started to feel fear.

“Now you’ll rape me”you said drunked. He stood up and go to the living room

“No. Stay, please.” you prayed him and looked.

“Okay, princess” he accepted confused and lay beside you and you moved close to him.

You fell asleep with him next to him, until you heard him screaming and shaking.

He probably did a nightmare so you stayed more near to him and took his hand.

The next morning you woke up, luckily it was Sunday and that means no work, so you stretched your arms and hit a body, jumped and turned to see who it was.

Gavin Reed.

What the fuck was he doing at your house?

You looked around and after a while you remembered what happened the night before.

“Fuck..”you whispered, getting up from bed. You went to the kitchen to see what Reed had in the fridge, there was not a lot of stuff, just the right, but you decided to opt for some bread with jam and a cup of coffee. You took the coffee maker and started making coffee, both for you and for the colleague. For him, in addition to jam and coffee, you prepared a juice with oranges that were in the fridge.

“Good morning princess.”you heard from the bedroom, you stayed in the kitchen to eat the bread with jam.

“Gavin, move your ass!”you shouted.

You heard him to come to the kitchen, i that moment y/e/c met his grey eyes.

“That night, it was amazing. You and me, in my bed, your body are made for me.”he joked with a smile.

“We didn’t do anything, Gav. I’m 180 IQ, not 90. I’m not stupid”you said serious.

“So, today is your day-off, what do you think to go out with me?”he asked took your hand.

“No”you answered brutally.

He was shocked and you smiled, looking the phone, the day had begun wonderfully.

“Why?”he asked confused.

“Because you don’t love me. You have the Lucky girl” you answered rudely.

“I see your drawing it’s beautiful.”he said watched the glass with the orange juice.

“Thanks so you took you my folder last day.”you said before drank your coffee.

“Yes, I don’t want to tell because the day before I was an asshole. You didn’t feel better and I was heartless.”he said in a guilty tone.

“Gavin Reed apologise to me. Is it my birthday?”you ironically said.

“You didn’t lose your sarcasm.”he said approached to you.

He was quite next to you, your lips was to near, you knew that this is probably caused by the fact that you slept with him and saved his life. You knew it could not be honest, but he kissed you.

You immediately detached yourself as if you had been turned away by the same flame.

“Did You kiss me to try a new lips?”you demanded looking him in his eyes.

“No, I wanted to do last night.”he replayed.

“So I have a chance?”you smiled to him, because you began to feel comfortable with him.

“Okay, I have a chance to amaze me, but not today.”you answered standing up and went to take your clothes. You will leave before the noontime.

You started to feel something for him and and above feel it as him.

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