Title: Unexpected Revelations
Author: dem bones
Genres: Sci-fi/Adventure
Pairings: Eventual Kara/Luther, Connor/Hank, Simon/Markus/North love triangle
Summary: AU. In the year 2050, androids meshing with society is a normal thing. Humanity has become completely dependent on them for their needs, a world that some believe could only happen in dreams. How do four humans get by in this utopia?
Warnings: AU, OCS, OOC! cast with good reason, SLASH, maybe some implied femmeslash with minor characters, Character deaths, Abusive relationships, Suicide themes, major violence, Cannibalism
Disclaimer: I do not own Detroit Become Human.
Chapter 1:
Inside Detroit police headquarters, a young man with short brown hair and brown eyes made his way to the receptionist desk. He wore a freshly ironed black suit and pants.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" said a young woman with brown hair tied back in a brown ponytail.
"I work here and need access to my office?"
"Do you have authorization?"
"Yes," The man said handing her his card.
She took it scanning it in a reader behind the desk before handing the card back to him.
"It's a shame they don't have androids doing all of the dirty work. I guess the police wanted to hire some humans to pitch in."
The man was silent.
"Not much for small talk eh?"
"It's not that, I guess I'm what you call socially awkward."
"Nonsense, we should chat again some time. I'm just new around here but I think we can become very good friends. Wanna get a coffee sometime?"
"Coffee has a high caffeine content so I'll have to pass."
"Nothing wrong with wanting to stay awake for a little longer."
"There have been studies that say that ingesting high amounts of caffeine content are linked to health problems later in life."
"Oh that's a shame. Maybe some other time."
Connor walked to the automated gate that was blocked off by two yellow grates before opening the glass doors in back to access headquarters.
"Connor!"
The voice came from a large built brown skinned man wearing a black suit and tea.
Captain Fowler was calling to him.
He beckoned for him with his left index finger.
"Yes, Captain?"
"We need to talk."
Connor followed him inside his office.
An old man with clean cut greyish blonde hair stood standing behind him wearing a suit and tie.
"What is it, captain?" Connor asked.
Fowler coughed in his hand.
"There's someone I want you to meet."
Connor looked at him with a raised left brow.
"Lieutenant, this is your new partner fresh from the police academy."
Fowler glanced at the old man.
The old man stepped around the desk and held out his hand.
"Hank Anderson, pleasure to meet you."
Connor ignored his outstretched hand and turned to Captain Fowler.
"Is there a problem Lieutenant Bourne?"
"I think you don't seem to understand something, captain. I have and always will work alone."
Hank frowned.
"Out of the question," Fowler said. "Lieutenant, I get it really I do. I've only let you brood for as long as you have because no one at the station is willing to work with you. You're stubborn, cold and difficult to work with but everyone is assigned a partner at our station."
"B-but," Connor stammered.
"No exceptions," Fowler said gruffly.
Connor sighed.
Hank smiled smugly before he walked past Connor clapping his hand on his shoulder.
"Cheer up, Lieutenant. I'm certain we'll get along swell."
Connor was certain he could sense the amusement radiating off of him.
He followed the man outside finding him standing beside his desk.
"So where's my desk?" Hank asked.
Connor motioned to the desk on the other side of his. It was cleared off and empty after his last partner had transferred to another department.
A tall man with grey hair approached him.
"Lieutenant, someone just called in a homicide."
"Thanks, Ben."
Hank took the seat across from him.
"So your name is Connor Bourne?"
"Yeah."
Hank smiled.
"How did someone like you become a lieutenant at such a young age?"
"A lot of studying."
"You don't seem to be the type that would enjoy it."
"What type of person would you envision taking this kind of job?"
"Captain Fowler told me you are a part of the homicide division so you must look at a lot of dead bodies everyday. That kind of thing takes a toll on a man. Only a special kind of man can endure that kind of thing."
Connor glanced at the information Ben had sent him in the file.
It was of the murder of a HK600 in the house of 34 year old Jake Batt. The man was brown skinned with a thin build.
He handed the file to Hank.
"Looks like there's been a homicide on 6413 Pines Street."
"Well what are you waiting for, Bourne? Let's go."
Connor and Hank headed out.
Once arriving at the crime scene, the two left their patrol car and walked past the yellow holographic caution tape.
Ben was already there.
"Lieutenant Bourne, I trust you've been briefed about the case."
"Yes, an android's been murdered right?"
"Yeah you could call it that if you deem an android as a person."
The two men followed him inside leading them to the kitchen where the body of a hispanic man laid unconscious on the floor. A good portion of his head had been destroyed leaving traces of circuitry.
"It looks like he was attacked with a blunt object," Hank said.
"But why? To what purpose?"
Connor walked around the house coming across a picture frame. An old military photo of him and his old companions.
Next to the photograph were a couple of empty prescription bottles of prazosin and zoloft.
'Anti-depressants and insomnia medication.'
Connor walked into one of the bedrooms.
On the bedside table was an appointment card with a therapist.
Connor sighed.
He turned to find Hank who was standing in the hall.
"I think the assailant may still be here."
"What makes you think that, Anderson?" Connor asked.
"Well they're not in the back and..."
Hank looked up.
"That looks like a door to the attic doesn't it?"
"Yeah."
"I'll get a chair."
Hank left and returned minutes later with a chair in his hand.
Connor got up on the chair and pushed the secret door open hoisting himself up into the attic. He held out his hand to Hank who also got up on the chair. Hank clasped his hand as Connor pulled him up.
In the attic was alot of clutter.
Connor and Hank held out their guns cautiously looking around the attic for signs of the culprit. It was quiet making the atmosphere unsettling.
Passing some cabinets, Connor spotted the culprit, Jake Batt holding a gun at him.
"Lieutenant!"
"Don't move or I'll shoot."
Hank stood stark still. He noticed the person had his left hand covered in crimson colored cloth and his stomach was equally covered with blood colored clothing like he had been stabbed.
"Drop your guns...slowly."
Connor and Hank slowly crouched dropped their guns.
"Now kick them over here."
The Lieutenant proceeded to do so.
"Listen can you tell us what happened? Why are you holed up here?"
"I-I don't know."
Jake's eyes were cloudy. This wasn't the effects of red ice.
"You had to have known it would look more incriminating if you stayed," Connor said. "Why didn't you leave this place?"
"I don't know. You're trying to confuse me."
He squinted.
"Listen do I know you from somewhere you look very familiar."
"Who?" Hank asked but Jake wasn't looking at him.
"I don't have any idea what you're talking about," Connor said. "It must be a trick of the light."
Jake seemed confused by that.
Connor used that moment to kick the gun out of his hands.
Hank kicked the gun away. Jake flung his hand at Connor who had instantly caught it in his hand hurling him to the ground. Connor placed the handcuffs on his wrists.
Hank scouted the place.
"Looks like that bat might be the blunt object that we're looking for."
He pulled out a baseball bat.
The two ushered the culprit below.
"Reed, Miller, Collins, we found our suspect," Connor said.
The suspect was taken to the hospital for his stab wounds before they returned to the precinct. In the next few days, they'd be expecting the suspect back for interrogation.
"Well, I'm going to turn in for the night. I'll see you tomorrow, Anderson," Connor said before checking out for the night.
The next morning, Connor headed to the precinct to catch up on paperwork.
Hank caught him later working on his computer.
"Morning Lieutenant."
Connor was silent looking very absorbed in what he was doing.
"Got you some breakfast at my son's favorite spot in town."
"Thanks for the food, Anderson."
He didn't even look at the food.
"You shouldn't thank me for food you might not even like."
Connor looked up at him glancing at him in confusion.
"Huh?"
Hank rolled his eyes.
"Look at your food."
Connor spotted the food on his desk for the first time. It was a fried chicken wings and french fries.
He sighed.
"The chicken is loaded with cholestrol and fries have a high fat content. Are you trying to fatten me up? I get that we haven't got along on the right foot and everything but I didn't know that you wanted to kill me that bad."
Hank snorted.
"So you can joke around and here I thought you were a more stuffy kind of guy."
"I never claimed I wasn't funny, Anderson," Connor said. "I merely lack social skills."
Hank frowned.
"You're being deliberately obtuse."
"Well what about you? You said you had a son right?"
"Yeah, his name is Cole. He's turning 24 in December."
"What does he do for a living?"
"He's the assistant CEO of Cyberlife."
"Oh he's the one responsible for creating all those androids right?"
"In a matter of speaking."
"I've been reading up on Cyberlife. I've heard they've made a lot of developments with human and android integration in the recent years. Even taking requests to make custom androids for their customers to make them appear more humanlike."
"Well my son told me that some people are looking to replicate people who have been gone from their life. I guess it's a means of escapism. The more the android looks like the person they know the more they can imagine that the android is the one that they love."
"Still what would happen if the android can't fill that hole."
Connor frowned, his eyes elsewhere. His eyebrows furrowed like whatever he was thinking about caused him great pain.
Hank looked at him with soft eyes.
"Enough about that. How did you find yourself working for the police?"
"It was something to do. After I got my law degree I didn't really know my calling in life.
"Yeah, it gave me something to do since I had joined the military after I got my law degree."
"What'd you minor in?"
"Pharmacology."
"So you know your way around drugs then?"
"I guess you can say that. It's helped me in alot of drug related cases that for sure."
"Do you have any hobbies?"
"Well I've been known to dabble in some judo. Whenever I'm bored I find myself working on my car or my house. It keeps me busy."
"You don't listen to music?"
"Well I've been known to dabble in metal."
Hank snorted, his arms folded, looking unimpressed.
"What about you, Anderson? What are your hobbies?"
Hank's eyes rose in surprise.
"I love basketball, football, baseball. I used to shoot a mean 3 pointer. As for music. I listen to jazz like a person who actually has some good taste. Metal is the devil's music."
Connor snorted, the corners of his lips lifted in a smile.
"Can't disagree with that."
The next day, the suspect was returned to the precinct so the police could interrogate him.
Connor, Hank, and two other detectives were outside the interrogation room preparing to question the suspect held in there. One of them was a young man with disheveled brown hair and the other a brown skinned man.
"You gonna interrogate the suspect or do we have to leave this in the hands of the rookie?" the brown haired man asked Connor, glancing at Hank with narrowed eyes.
"Oh you don't think he can do it? Anyone can interrogate a suspect? Whether or not they can get a confession is another thing," Connor said glancing at him with a smug grin on his face.
The man turned to glare at Connor.
"You cocky little..."
"Enough with the melodrama, we got work to do," Hank spat out.
The brown haired man was quiet.
"So how do you wish for us to proceed?" Hank asked.
"Why don't you try interrogating the suspect."
The old man glanced at him with left brow raised.
"Me?"
"Yes you, Anderson. What better way to learn from your superiors than a little hands-on practice," Connor said.
Hank coughed looking away from Connor.
"Well then, I'll see what I can do."
With that Hank set foot in the interrogation room where the suspect was already seated at a small wooden table at the center of the empty room.
He opened the file that was left on the table glancing at photographs taken at the crime scene.
"My name is Hank Anderson. What's your name?"
"You can just call me Jake."
"Well then Jake, sit back and relax while I ask you some questions."
"Why'd you kill that android?" Hank asked.
Jake looked at the table avoiding his eyes.
"I didn't mean to."
Hank raised a brow.
"Elaborate."
"I thought he was going to kill me."
"You thought..."
"I don't know, I thought I saw him wielding a knife hovering over my bed so I took the gun from my bedside table drawer."
"What happened next?"
"He tried to reason with me I think but I couldn't hear him. He kept walking closer to me I got scared and I tried to shoot him but the gun was jammed so I ran towards the closet and got my son's metal baseball bat from the closet."
Tears welled up in his eyes.
"I turned and hit him in the shoulder with the baseball bat before heading downstairs. I think he was following me, he had me cornered and I didn't know what else to do. So I swung at him. He stopped the bat with his hands so I reached behind me with a knife and I tried to stab him with it but he took the knife from me. I released the bat from his hold and swung again, I guess I must have caught him off guard because then he stabbed me with a knife before he shut down. I was confused so I ran up stairs."
"And that's it?" Hank asked.
"Yes."
"So you admit to killing that android?"
"I...yes...I guess."
"At this rate, he'd could say anything and he'd admit to it."
He spoke over the microphone.
"Anderson."
"What is it, Lieutenant?" Hank asked staring at the window.
"Come back. I'll handle the rest of the interrogation."
"Why? Didn't you want a confession from him? We're already finished with the suspect."
"Just allow me to clear up a few things before you get hasty."
Hank sighed before heading out of the interrogation room.
"Lieutenant, mind telling me what this is all about?" he asked removing his ear phones.
Connor didn't reply tapping Hank on the shoulder.
"Hold the fort alright."
He placed the earphones in his ears.
Hank rolled his eyes before Connor stepped into the interrogation room.
He sat down in the seat in front of the table.
"Is that really how it went down?" Connor asked.
"Yes, I told you everything you wanted to know."
"We both know that's not quite true."
Hank glanced at the two other detectives from on the other side of the window.
"What's he talking about?" Hank asked.
"Those pills near your bedside table and those appointment cards. You were seeing a therapist weren't you?"
"Well yes-"
"Prazosin and Zoloft. One's an anti-depressant and the other is insomnia medication. At first I thought perhaps you might have been diagnosed with depression and the insomnia might be a symptom from the depression but taking an anti-depressant would take that all away wouldn't it? There wouldn't be any need for insomnia medication unless the anti-depressant prescribed wasn't meant to treat depression at all."
Jake looked at him with confusion.
"I believe you were also apart of the military which leaves it with pretty high odds that the anti depression and insomnia medication alongside the weekly visits with your therapist indicate that you were treated for PTSD."
Hank's eyes lit up.
He recalled looking at the bottle of Zoloft very carefully. None of the pills had been taken.
Hank brought his mouth to the mike.
"Lieutenant do you mean to tell me that his PTSD has something to do with this murder somehow? If that is the case what would happen if I told you that the bottles were left untouched, what would that tell you?"
Connor grinned smugly at Hank who sighed.
"Zoloft is a drug that inhibits serotonin levels in the brain. In layman's terms it regulates stress levels to manageable levels. You could imagine what might have happened if our suspect didn't take his medication."
Jake looked at Connor with confusion.
"My medication? Is that why-?"
"You mean to tell me you weren't aware that you hadn't taken your medication?"
"I-I thought he was going to attack me. Carlos never goes in my room unless I ask him for a favor. He must have been intending to give me my medication."
Jake broke down in tears sobbing and placing his head on the desk.
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to kill him. If I had known, if only I had known."
Connor sighed as Reed and Chris joined him with Hank in tow.
"Guess that pharmacology degree was useful for something," Hank said grumpily avoiding Connor's eyes.
"You did pretty good in there yourself, Anderson."
The brown skinned man ushered the suspect out of the room with his brown haired partner in tow.