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At Target
“Let’s get you some long sleeves and jeans. Sound good?” You really didn’t care about it’s response.
It shrugged.
You wandered around the store and found a few long sleeve shirts, a pair of jeans, and a jacket.
Do androids even get cold?
You hadn’t heard anything from it for a while so you turn to scan the area for it. It’s staring at a hat, tentatively trying it on in different positions. It was making faces in the mirror and playing with it before deciding to take it off. Its hair was sticking up in weird places. You giggled and it turned, looking bashful again. You swore it was blushing.
Maybe he’s more human than I thought.
You bring it-him the clothes. “Try these on.”
He looks them over and then nods, heading for the dressing room. He comes out in the black long sleeve and jeans. It’s form fitting and he looks really good. Omg… You feel your cheeks heat.
“You look good.”
“Oh, I know,” he smirked, turning to look at himself in the mirror. You glance down.
Oh, nice ass—
You snap your eyes back up as he goes back inside. You go looking for the hat he was trying on. You hide it for later. He comes out in the other clothes and holds his arms out.
“Do I look good enough to eat?” His eyebrow quirk. You feel yourself blush a little more.
“I don’t eat junk food,” you toss back. He gives a look of cheerful surprise and goes back in and returns with his blood stained clothes.
“I need a few groceries,” you say. He nods and trails behind you.
Wonder what he’s lookin’ at.
You browse the aisles and pick up the things you need and put them in the hand basket. You go to turn a corner and hear a crash. You turn to see Connor frozen with his hand outstretched and a jar of something splattered across the floor. You giggle, trotting up to him and pulling him by the arm.
“LOL let’s go I’m not paying for that,”
“But that’s—,”
“Shh!” You drag him behind you and head for the last item you need.
“Okay I’m done. Let’s go to check out.”
You head to the self checkout and see yourself in the camera. You wonder why the Target camera still makes you look like a gremlin. You take his stuff from his grasp and scan them.
“But isn’t this a little expens—,”
“I stole Gavin’s card when he wasn’t looking,” You grinned, taking out said card.
“That’s called credit card fraud,” Connor says helpfully, but you ignore him.
“It pays him back for the time when he went and had a giant party for one at my expense,” you shrug. “Hey, can you get me some gum?”
“Gum?” He asked cluelessly.
“You know what flirting is but not gum? Come on, buddy.” He looks around before finding what you want. You quickly scan and sneak the hat into the bag before he comes back with the gum.
“Perfect!” You pay for the items and head for your car.
“Thank you. For everything,” he says once you’re both inside.
You smile. “Of course.”
You drive back home and unpack the groceries. You pull his clothes out and throw them at him.
“Now get out of that shirt, it’s disgusting.”
“Are you trying to see me in a state of undress?” He threw a heavy look and a smirk at you.
You blush. “No!” You say too quickly. He gives you a knowing smile and goes to change. You breathe a sigh of relief. He returns with the shirt on, adjusting it, and your breath is taken away again. He looks up and smiles at you. You walk up and push the sleeves to his elbows. He threw you a questioning look.
“Guys do this to make themselves look hotter,” was all you offered. He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, so you think I’m hot?” He teased, voice dropping a little. You blushed a little more and didn’t answer, instead going to turn away. His fingers brushed your shoulder then glided to your face to turn you back to him. He was looking into your eyes. Time seemed to slow. You laughed nervously.
“Anyways, I need to get back to working on these cases,” you tried to slide from his grasp, but you met resistance. You look back at him and you find an intense yearning there. Your breath catches.
“Connor..?” He’s leaning closer and you feel a magnetic pull. You meet in the middle. The kiss is so soft and tender; it makes you ache for more. You place your hands around his neck, stroking his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. He pulls away, a deep sadness in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“I… can’t feel anything,” he looks down. It was almost as if to hide tears. You remembered Kamski saying he wouldn’t be able to feel without deviating. Your heart broke a little.
“I’m sorry,” you continue to stroke his face. His hands come to cover yours. He kisses the left palm before moving them down.
He looks so… distraught. He sighs before moving away.
You move to the couch to get your laptop.
“Do you want to look over some more cases?” Maybe work would get his mind off of it.
He doesn’t say anything, just nods and moves to sit next to you. After a while with little progress, you start to grow tired. You yawn and he speaks up.
“I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”
“No,” you yawn again. “I can stay up. I need to file reports on these anyways.”
“No, you need to sleep,” he reaches for the laptop.
You bat his hands away.
“Detective,” his tone is forceful. He successfully snatches the laptop from you and puts it aside.
“Damnit, Connor! I need to finish this. I can sleep in tomorrow because it’s Saturday,” you reach out towards the device.
He stands and catches your wrist in an iron grip. You go to swat at him and he catches the other. His eyes hold a challenge. You glare.
“Connor…” you growl, yanking in his grasp. “I swear to
God I’ll—,”
“You’ll do what, exactly?” He begins pulling you up and you drop your weight. His LED blinks yellow. You kick at his legs and he readjusts, pulling you up to his face.
“Try me, I dare you,” there’s another glint in his eyes. You go to kick again and he hoists you up and throws you over his shoulder, heading for the stairs. His arm is secured around the backs of your thighs and you hold on to make sure you don’t hit the floor.
“Put me down, you stubborn ass android!”
A few more steps before he says, “gladly,” plonking you down on your bed. You bounce a little and glare up at him.
“Go to sleep.”
“No.”
He crosses his arms. “Do you really think you can win against me? I’m an android. I don’t get tired and I don’t sleep. You might as well concede now,”
You roll your eyes. “Fine, but I need to change and get ready for bed.” He nods but stands by the door. You sigh.
Whatever.
You get ready for bed and tie your hair before going to get your night clothes. You smirk, turning to him. He raises an eyebrow. You pull your shirt over your head and then turn around, unclasping your bra. You can feel the tension in the room. You pull off your shorts and then pull on a tank top that barely covers your panties. You throw the android another smirk and climb into bed. He gulps, looking a little heated. His LED is flashing yellow.
He chokes out a “goodnight, Detective,” before rushing out of the door. You giggle to yourself.
You: 1, Connor: 0
[ January 15th, 2039 ]
You hear an incessant knocking at your door.
“Detective?” You ignore him. The knocks get louder before you shout,
“What?!”
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah, whatever,” you bury your head back into the pillow. He peeked his head in before fully coming inside.
“It’s 11:31am. I thought it was time for you to be awake.”
“Well, you thought wrong. Bye now.”
You can feel him step closer.
“Fuck off, Connor,” the sheets are ripped from your body. You yelp. You meet amused brown eyes. You groan, pulling the pillow over your head.
“Come on, rise and shine!”
You curl up on the bed. He smacks your calf a few times. You hiss and he laughs.
“Why are you being such an ass?” You shoot up, glaring at him.
“Karma for last night.”
You groan.
“Okay, fine! Whatever! I’m getting up.”
You stand, shooting him another glare before slamming your bathroom door. A laugh trails after you.
__________
You come downstairs to find a small pot on the stove with something hanging out.
Is he making… tea?
He comes from behind, brushing past you and making you internally shiver. He pours the tea into a pitcher with sugar and mixes it together. He gets a glass from the cupboard, fills it with ice and tea and then places a lemon wedge on the rim.
How the fuck did he know where everything is?
“Here you go. Good morning,” he hands you the glass. You take a sip.
And he can make good ass tea!
“How’d you learn to make this?” You pause, thinking. “How did you know where everything was? And that I even like tea?”
“What else did I have to do last night besides making sure you were actually sleeping?” He leans against the counter, smiling at you.
“That’s a little creepy, buck-o.”
“Even so, you don’t seem to mind,”
You shrug, heading for the couch. You laptop isn’t where he left it last night. You turn to him slow.
“Where’s my laptop?”
“Your what?” He has a look of faux innocence on his face.
“My laptop! Where is it?”
“I don't know.”
You feel like pulling your hair out.
“I need to work!”
“No, you need to take a day off.”
“And do what?”
He shrugs. “Anything you want. It’s part of being human.”
You sigh. You hadn’t taken a day off in so long. Maybe he was right.
“Maybe we can go to the park? Walk around? I know humans enjoy that.”
It sounded tempting.
“Don’t you have someplace to be?”
“Not particularly. I’m your partner. I only report to you,”
A day with the android would be nice. You nod,
“Okay. I’ll get dressed.”
He smiles. He looks genuinely happy
You go upstairs to shower and change. You come back, pulling your hair out of its bun and shaking it out. Connor looks mesmerized. You smirk.
“See something you like?” You say, bending down to put on your shoes. He steps closer, giving you a heavy look.
“Maybe.”
“Whatcha gonna do about it, loverboy?” You knew he wouldn’t do anything because he couldn’t feel anything.
He stares down at you, eyes assessing. His hands suddenly grip your waist and pull you closer. Your heart stops and your face heats with a blush.
“You better watch yourself,” his voice had dropped an octave, leaning in close and reaching around you to grab your fluffy pink coat.
Holy fuck.
He pulls away, smirking. “Ready to go?” He opens the door for you.
You take a deep breath. You grab your keys and walk out of the door with him in tow.
The Park
You were strolling through the park with the android while enjoying your favorite ice cream. You’d make eye contact with your partner while licking it, winking at him when the LED would blink yellow.
“Your sexual innuendos have no effect on me. I am an android.”
“Uh huh, whatever you say,” you look him up and down. You could have sworn you saw a slight tint to his cheeks.
“Why’d you suggest the park anyways?”
“It’s a beautiful day.”
“It’s snowing.”
“I like the snow.”
“Why?” Another lick of your ice cream. His eyes follow the movement.
“It,” he looks to the sky, licking his lips before gazing back at you. “I like the spots of cold on my sensors. It’s not as harsh as rain.”
The snow was falling in his hair and on the jacket you got for him. You noticed the freckles decorating his face and his slightly unruly eyebrows. Your heart warmed. The two of you sat on a bench, his long legs stretched out. You looked down at your Ugg boots, flexing your foot.
He leaned his head back, arms stretched out on the top of the bench. You wanted to cuddle closer, but had a better idea.
“Here, take this please,” you hand him your ice cream cone. You get up and walk behind the bench, snagging a ball of snow and hitting the back of his head. He whirled around, free hand catching the back of his head. He looks surprised.
You burst out laughing, going to make another. He bends down quicker than light and hurls one at you. It hits you square in the shoulder. You throw yours and the fight ensues. A few minutes in, he stutters and you hit him with one straight in the face.
“You okay?”
“I just received a report of another murder.”
“Oh goddamnit it’s my day off,” you smash the other snowball in the ground. You walk by Connor, grabbing your ice cream.
________
You see Hank’s raggedy car out front.
Well, what the fuck do they need me for?
You trudge in with Connor in tow.
It smells like shit in here.
You spot Hank in the corner. You go to talk to him while Connor walks to the victim’s body.
“Oh, well don’t you two look cute,” he said, obviously eyeing Connor’s change in wardrobe.
Connor turned, smirking. “She committed credit card fraud to get this for me,” you blush.
You little shit!
Hank gives you an amused look. You shrug it off.
“Is that so? I told you he’d grow on you.”
You give him a flat look. Connor speaks up,
“Detective… this victim has the same symptoms as the first one.”
“What?” You walk over to him.
“Look, there’s bruising around the neck and stab wounds, but there’s no indication that that’s what killed them.” You frown.
Could it be the same suspect? The same.. android?
“Anymore clues on who the suspect is?”
“No. But this time there are signs of struggle. This victim looks worse for ware.” You agree. The face looks swollen as if they’d been punched multiple times, and dried blood is sticking to their lips.
“Any leads?”
“This house is equipped with a doorbell camera. I’ve already got people looking into the footage from this morning,” Hank speaks up from the corner. You nod. Connor goes to scan the rest of the environment. You see his form freeze. You frown and walk towards him.
“It… looks like an Android was being repaired here,” he was looking at a toolbox on the ground with various parts, some damaged, some spare.
“Can you see what android these parts came from?”
A pause. “A WR400.”
“Do you think that it could have been the murderer?”
“It’s a possibility, but we need more information to go on.” You nod.
The two of you hang around the house for another 20 minutes trying to gather as much information as possible. Hank later confirms that the android was a WR400 with the camera footage, and Connor sends out another APB. The three of you conclude that it could be a suspect in this case.
“Well, I don’t see us finding anything else. Ready to go, Connor?”
Connor nods. Hank shrugs his shoulders and walks out with you.
“Go enjoy the rest of the day off. You deserve it,” Hank says as he heads for his car.
“That’s what I was doing before you assholes called me in,” you shot back. Hank chuckles, getting into his car.
“You two seem to get along well,” Connor comments when he gets in the car with you. You nod.
“Hank is like a father to me. He’s the main reason why I became a detective,” you say. Connor nods. His face twitches again.
“We need to go to the morgue. Something has happened to the body of the victim. You frown, glancing at Connor.
“What happened?”
“It seems that the body has completely decomposed.”
“But… that’s impossible?” You were already speeding to the morgue.