"Lieutenant, may I interject in the most you way possible and say this is among the worst idea that has ever grazed the minds of this precinct, let alone executed?" Connor protested, paradoxically expressing human emotions through very inhuman language.

Hank, wiping turkey sandwhich crumbs off his face retorted, "Hey. What do you mean most me way, you implying I complain all the time?" "Yes. Moving on--" "Motherfuck--" "--You see, lieutenant. Reed is a very...capable..."

Connor, who didn't even possess a stomach, fought back the urge to vomit.

"Capable...officer...sort of." "Sort of...you couldnt even manage a half-assed compliment." Connor looked at Hank quizzically. "Yes. Is that an issue?" Hank shook his head perhaps a bit too eagerly.

"Shitting on Gavins Reeds existence is not and never will be an issue for me. Do go on."

"As I was saying...Gavin Reed...exists. In his existence, he derives amusement from demeaning others. Especially Androids."

Connor grabbed an empty mug from Hanks desk, carelessly tossing it around in his hands. The way in which it impressively spinned and stopped between each toss almost made the cup seem alive, better yet, dancing between his fingertips. Hank was almost too amazed to listen to what Connor was saying at all.

"Assigning him to an android...not just an Android, an upgraded model of me." The way in which Connor enunciated the word "me" intruiged Hank, as it sounded so genuinely personal. It was so easy, too easy to forget that he was looking at anyone but another flesh-and-blood human being.

Connor continued, "Is that not...may I put it simply...absolutely absurd? Id like to personally ask Fowler, in a sarcastic human tone, what crawled up his exterior."

Hank snorted way too loudly at that remark, nearly keeling over in laughter. Several of the officers turned to glance in his direction, simply basking in the rarity of Hank Anderson not hating life and all it stands for before carrying on with work.

"Lieutenant, are you alright--" Connor began, only to be cut off by several rather deliberate pats on the back. "Yes, Connor. I'm fine. As for Fowler...I think he knows an android is completely unsuitable for Reed, in all aspects."

Connor had difficulties computing a response for a second, simply because what he heard was just that strange. "Then why?" Connor protested, feeling helpless. "Why would Fowler go out of his way to tarnish Gavin's well being?"

Hank could only shake his head, gripping Connor's shoulder. "Because I'm pretty sure...he's trying to fix him."

Connor shot Hank a look of pure disbelief. "Lieutenant...you cannot fix Gavin Reed."

Hank nodded solemnly. "Agreed, but...Fowler seems to think otherwise." Connor, detecting a fast moving object in his peripherals, spotted Gavin Reed marching up to Fowler's office with an almost comical angry gait. Hank, seeing Connor's stunned face, turned around to see the man phck phck phcking to himself before slamming the door as loudly as humanly possible. The precinct became silent, aside from Tina Chen mumbling something along the lines of "what a grumpy little bitch".

Of course, Connor was the one to break the tension.

"Hank...as you'd put it, I think the shit is about to hit the fan." Hank snorted. "Yes, Connor. It sure is."