"Hank! Connor!" Captain Fowler barked from his office. "Get your asses in gear and get in here!"

"Fucker can't say please, can he?" Hank grumbled, as he stood from his chair at his desk. "Wouldn't hurt to treat his best detective team with a little respect, would it? Don't answer that, Connor; it was rhetorical." Hank sighed, as Connor opened his mouth to do just that.

Connor stood and followed what he considered, and called (at home, at least) his father into the Captain's office. "Captain, how are you this morning?" He asked, standing behind and to the left of Hank, trying to keep the tension level low. He didn't want Hank's blood pressure to rise too far; his doctor had said his hypertension was getting worse.

The captain ignored his query, as he always did with pleasantries, and moved onto business. "A young woman, Anastasia Denali, was brought in after an assault. Hank, I know its out of your normal cases, but this is special. She was the one to get the experimental cyborg implants to save her life from that explosion, after those Anti-Droid groups beat him." Fowler ran his hand down his face, and the years seemed to suddenly weigh on him. "She is scared and said she won't talk to anyone but you two."

"Shit," Hank growled, "I ain't good with bedside manner. You know that."

"And that is why you will let Connor do the talking." Fowler looked up at the silent android. "Son, she is hurt and scared, but we need to get her statement."

Connor nodded. He knew about the Captain's soft spot for abuse victims after watching his father beat his mother and their android growing up. "Of course, Captain."

"Good. She is in the breakroom waiting for you both."

Walking into the breakroom, Connor saw the young woman, her face cut up with purple blood oozing out of the cuts on her face and her nose, her lip busted, and a bruise just starting to show on her jaw. She was huddled over a steaming cup, probably some camomile tea. Her coppery hair was knotted and there were sticks and leaves sticking through out. Her skin was a creamy beige, but was pale and sallow, and smeared with dirt, grime, and more purple blood and splotched with bruises.

"Miss. Denali?" Connor said, walking up to the table in front of her. "I'm Detective Connor Anderson, and this is my father, Hank." He heard Hank grumble from where he leaned on the counter behind him, but chose to ignore it. "I know you went through something… Terrible, and Hank and I will help you and catch him. I promise."

"Thank you, Connor, but, please, don't make promises you can't keep." Her voice was melodic to Connor, but there was no inflection to her voice, no emotion. "I can tell you what I remember, but it's not much. It all happened so fast…"

"And that is ok. I know it's a lot to ask, but whatever you remember will help. I'm sorry I have to ask, but…"

The woman nodded. "I was walking home. I'm a therapist for both androids and humans." She sighed, and finally looked up at Connor, her gray eyes clouded with pain. "You'd think that with all the good I've done for Detroit, I would command respect. But, since I got the implants and cybernetic limbs, I have gotten nothing but hate and ridicule. He said that since I was an android now, he would treat me like the piece of plastic i was…" A tear slid down her freckled cheek, leaving a streak of clean skin and freckles behind.

"Hey, hey," Hank whispered gently, walking up to the table. "Take your time. If you need to take a break, let us know, sweetie." Hank hesitantly placed his large hand on her delicate wrist, comforting her in his own way.

"Thank you," she replied, taking a deep breath. "Like, I said, I was walking home. I was thinking about a patient, Adam Chapman, and wasn't aware of my surroundings, though I did notice someone was following me. I was on St. Paul Street, near the Field Street intersection, just one block from my house, when he pulled me into an alleyway and covered my mouth. As soon as I was in the alley, my bionic limbs felt like lead and I couldn't move them. It's why I couldn't run away or call for help. I'm just lucky that they didn't need to give me a bionic heart and lungs." Anastasia's stormy eyes looked passed Connor, into the Precinct. "He told me that since I was 'a can now, he would treat me like what I was', and he… He raped me." She whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "He beat me through the whole thing, at least until I was quiet and complacent… It finally stopped when some man in a tracksuit came into the alley, chasing his dog, and yelled at him before he could kill me. I think he said his name was Tom or maybe Todd, but I don't really remember…"

"Ok. Now, I know this is hard for you, Miss. Denali-"

"Connor; call me Anastasia. I'm not a Denali anymore. They disowned me after I volunteered to get the implants."

"Um, alright, Anastasia." Connor looked at Hank pointedly, before asking his question. "Anastasia, do you remember any distinguishing features about your attacker? Any scars, tattoos, or piercings?"

"He had a mask on, a mesh mask, though it was old and had holes in the mesh, and he wore gloves, on top of being dark." Her eyes focused on Connor, her eyes glittering. "But before he left, he said that he would come back to 'finish what he started.'"

"So, you're not safe." Connor again looked at Hank, this time giving him the puppy dog look, which made the older man glower. "We will talk to Captain Fowler about getting you a security detail."

"Thank you… You probably don't hear this enough, but thank you truly for joining the Android Uprising. Without that, I wouldn't be alive today."

"You… You're welcome…" Connor trailed off, uncertain of what else to say.

"Connor, she can't stay with us!" Hank hissed when they were out of the breakroom. "We don't have the room at home."

"She can take my room, I'll happily recharge in the living room." Connor replied earnestly, nearly begging him to accept. "She has no one else to go to. You heard her! Her family disowned her because she decided to choose a second chance at life."

"While that is sad, Connor, we can't! For one, it might weird her out, having two grown men ask her to stay at their place, right after that kind of violation. And, that would make the case far too personal to remain impartial!"

"It wouldn't be weird." Anastasia's soft voice came from behind Hank. "Lieutenant Anderson, I don't want to interrupt, but your voice carries." She smiled sardonically, "However, it would be an intrusion to stay at you home. But I don't want to be alone and I don't want the other cops to 'protect' me. I've heard about Gavin Reed's views on androids." She visibly shuddered. "What about you two coming to my home? I have three bedrooms."

"Whatever you feel most comfortable with, Miss. Denali." Fowler walked up to them, a case file under his arm. "However, your home may not be safe." He handed the file under his arm to Hank. "So, you will need to either stay at a family member's, friend's, or at a hotel, or the Lieutenant's." And with that, he turned on his heel and walked away.

That night saw Anastasia in the bed farthest from the bedroom door in the hotel room, asleep, with Hank in the sitting area of the suite, watching an old western on the television, and Connor was standing against the wall, his eyes closed, in his version of 'sleep'. Every so often, Hank would get up and check on Anastasia, but something felt off. Something felt wrong.

"Connor," Hank poked the android he'd adopted in the forehead, trying to wake him up. "Connor!"

"Yes?" Connor's chocolate eyes opened, looking at his father curiously. "Is something wrong, Dad?"

It still threw Hank for a loop, this 'droid calling him 'dad'. Hell, just being called dad again after Cole's death threw him off. He didn't realize how much he'd missed having that title until he was being called it again. When Connor had asked to call him his father, Hank didn't know what to say. He'd been shocked, and then angry, sad, and finally happy, thinking that maybe Cole would have looked like Connor if his son would have lived.

"I'm not sure, to be honest, but something feels off."

"Ah, I thought so too, but I assumed it was because I have never been in a hotel before. But it is possible that the BioTech Killer is-" A crash coming from the bedroom made the two jump. "Fuck!"

"HEY!" Hank shouted, bursting into the room, startling the man with a huge knife straddling Anastasia, readying to stab her. She was laying on her belly on the floor beside the bed, her cybernetic limbs at awkward angles, The bedside lamp was beside her, smashed, and the attacker was bleeding heavily from the left side of his head. She must have grabbed it with her natural side when he came out of his hidey hole. "Get off her, fucker." Hank had his gun drawn and aimed at the perp. There was a loud thump behind him, but he trusted Connor to take care of it. "Get up, drop the knife, and walk slowly to me, hands above your head."

The man rose, but rather than dropping the knife, he threw it at Hank instead, and bolted out the window. Hank was able to dodge the knife, but wasn't able to follow the attacker. "You ok, Anastasia?"

"Yes. Thank goodness you were awake." She gasped, sitting up shakily, her right arm and leg still limp. "How is Connor? I saw him go down hard when he tried to follow you into the room."

Hank turned to see Connor on the floor, his eyes blinking rapidly as his body began to respond to him. "You good, son?"

"Getting there," Connor grunted, starting to sit up. "I think the attacker is either part of CyberLife or used to be. No one else would know how to jam android movement like that."

"We will have to put that in the report, but in the meantime, we are going home." Hank sat on the bed, taking his cell phone out to update the team they were moving locations. "At this point, it doesn't matter where we are, but at least at home, we have Sumo. And, we can have patrols on the street, making it easier to protect you, Anastasia."

"So… Do you like dogs?" Connor looked at Anastasia and grinned. "I like dogs."