Chapter One
Rocky Start

This guy was really starting to piss Gavin off. Not only was he a pain in the ass to catch – the bastard decided to run from the police when Gavin tried to make the arrest – but he also put up one hell of a fight. Once the cuffs were on him, the asshole decided it would be the perfect time to smash the back of his head into Gavin's nose. The drive back mostly consisted of Gavin trying to get the blood flow to stop. He was sure it wasn't broken. Pretty sure. God he hoped it wasn't broken.

The walk into the precinct wasn't any easier. The perp just kept trying to jerk away from him, like making a run for it while inside a police station was smart. On the way to the holding cells, the guy managed to jam his elbow into Gavin's nose. Again. Blood starting to flow from his nose. Again. "Fucking Christ! Would you stop with that already!?" Gavin yelled as he shoved the guy into the holding cells while clutching at his nose. He really hoped it wasn't broken now. God it hurt like a bitch!

Gavin didn't wait around as the perp started to yell threats and profanities at him from behind the glass. The detective hurriedly marched into the break room to gather towels to clean up the blood, some dripping onto the floor.

"Reed!" Fowler yelled at him from his office. Gavin didn't stop walking towards the break room. "My office, now!"

"One minute Cap," Gavin responded, just making it through the entrance of the break room.

"Now, Reed," He ordered.

The detective let out an annoyed huff, turning on his heel to walk right towards the office. If the captain wanted to see him now, then he'd have to deal with Gavin bleeding all over his fucking office. Gavin stalked right into the glass room, no longer holding his nose as he let blood drip down his lips and chin, plopping onto the floor with big drops.

"I know you just go – Christ Reed, the fuck!?" Fowler had started before he looked up from his desk to see Gavin bleeding onto the floor.

He gave him a nonchalant shrug. "What Captain? You wanted to see me?" He smirked a bit as the captain shook his head.

The man brought a box of tissues out of his desk and threw it onto the desk for him. "Stop bleeding on my floor."

"I don't know Cap," He snarked, "I think a splash of color does it some good." He flashed the man a bloody smile before grabbing fistfuls of the tissues to press against his nose to try and stop the bleeding. "I swear, the blood on the guy is all mine. I didn't rough him up…too much," He promised the captain, figuring that's why he was called into the office. After all, Gavin's shirt was covered in his own blood, the perp was so wiggly trying to get him in that it wouldn't surprise him if he was covered in it too.

"Sure it is Reed – "

"It is!"

Fowler held up his hand to stop his protest. "- but that's not why I called you into my office." Gavin gave him a quizzical look.

"Then…? It wasn't just to see me bleeding was it? You're a sick son of a bitch if it was."

"Reed, that's enough!" Fowler pinched the bridge of his nose. "The reason why I called you in here today is because I'm assigning you a partner."

Gavin shook his head. "Cap I don't need a partner, I'm fine on my own." He protested removing the tissues from his nose as he gestured with his hands. His nose was still bleeding.

"Your face says otherwise." Gavin glared at the captain, pressing the tissues back against his nose. "Everyone is stretched thin enough as is, we need all the help we can get – "

"Then assign someone else a partner! I don't need one!" Gavin protested.

Fowler glared at him as he waved someone over with two fingers. Gavin wasn't even aware that there was someone else in the room. He looked over his shoulder towards the back corner of the room where a figure had been standing patiently waiting. He – no it – walked forward and offered Gavin an extended hand to shake.

"Hello Detective Reed. I am RK900 – "

"Oh hell no! Are you fucking serious!?" Gavin turned back to address the captain. "Isn't one of those plastic pricks enough for this station!?" He glanced out the side of the window to see Hank and his android sitting at their desks, discussing something. Gavin growled as he turned his attention back to the captain.

"Reed, this isn't up for discussion," The captain tried to press.

"The fuck it isn't! Can't you assign it to someone else?"

"You're the only one that needs the help – "

Gavin reeled back, defensive, tissues under his nose long forgotten as he bared his teeth. "I do not need help!"

"Aside from Hank, who already has Connor, you're the next person with the heaviest case load. You're going to work with RK900 until you two get it under control. Now get the fuck back to work." Fowler used his no nonsense tone which should've been Gavin's first clue to just shut his trap and just walk out of the office but he was too angry to really pay attention to that red flag.

"I can handle it by myself Captain, I don't need a babysitter!"

"I can assure you Detective Reed – " the android had started to say before Gavin whipped around to address him.

"Nobody fucking asked you!"

"Reed, that's enough! The decision has been made! Now get back to work before I write you up again!"

Gavin snarled as he exited the room hastily. The door hinges didn't allow him to throw it closed like he wanted to, hearing the rattling would've been satisfying. He stomped passed Hank and his pet angrily.

"Ho ho, looks like somebody else got themselves a partner," Hank chirped from his desk. Gavin glanced over to him, seeing that he was leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. The detective bared his teeth as he threw his blood covered tissues at him. "Oh gross Reed! What are you twelve?"

Gavin flipped the lieutenant his middle finger. "Fuck you Anderson," he snapped back. He made it over to his desk, about to sit down when he heard the sounds of drops against the surface. "Fuck," he hissed, putting his hand up to his nose. He pulled his hand back to see fresh blood on his fingers but it wasn't as heavy as it was before. He turned to stalk back to the break room to get some more tissues when he almost ran into it. His new 'partner.'

"Perhaps I can provide some assistance?" It questioned. Gavin wasn't sure what pissed him off more, the fact that it looked like Connor – like literally the spitting image of Hank's fucking pet – or that it was standing so fucking close to him.

Gavin tried to push passed him, only to have the android not move a muscle so Gavin had to walk around the damned thing. "Fuck off," he snapped at it as he stomped away. He made it to the break room only to see that they were out of napkins. Today was just going downhill fast. Gavin threw his hands up in frustration. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" He stated rather loudly before he placed his hand on his nose to pinch it closed so no more blood could escape. He, once again, turned his heel to walk out of the break room and towards the restrooms only to see it standing right there behind him. Gavin gritted his teeth. "The fuck you following me for?"

"I am directed to assist you in any way that I can," it responded cooly, expressionless.

"I don't need help! Especially from you!" Gavin yelled as he tried to shoulder check the thing. It shifted slightly, but otherwise didn't move. Honestly, Gavin was sure it hurt him more than it hurt that thing. Oh wait, right, they didn't feel pain. But shit, that thing felt sturdy. He rolled his shoulder as he marched towards the restrooms. He made it to the paper towel dispenser and grabbed several of them. He was about to just turn and leave when he caught himself out of the corner of his eye in the mirror. He turned to it, cringing a bit at his appearance. He definitely looked worse for wear. Blood was crusting all around his nose and chin. His shirt was a bloody mess and his nose just kept bleeding. He looked down, the white porcelain of the sink dotted with the red of his blood. It was such a stark comparison. He tried not to think of the memories that threatened to pop into his mind.

Gavin huffed slightly as he wet the paper towels in his hand to try and clean up his face. He scrubbed at his mouth and chin, his skin turning red from the pressure he was applying. His face was now all cleaned up but he had to grab some more paper towels to shove up his nose to make sure he didn't make a mess anymore. His face was cleaned but his shirt and chest were still covered. He sighed as he started to shrug off his leather jacket and hoodie to attempt to clean his shirt. He had just placed his jackets onto the sink next to him when the door to the restroom opened and closed. He didn't look up away from the mirror, even as the footsteps he heard started to come over towards him.

He used the reflective surface of the mirror to look in that direction, eyes first catching on the two bright blue ones staring at him through the reflection. Their gazes locked for only a second before Gavin looked away from him and back towards himself in the mirror. "Didn't know androids had to piss."

"We don't." It stepped closer to him, causing Gavin to look at him over his shoulder. Unlike Connor, this android was wearing a white and black Cyberlife jacket with it's make and model over the breast. It stood with its hands behind its back, head up and straight, like it knew it was superior to humans. It made it look smug, Gavin hated it already.

"Then what are you doing in here?" Demanded the detective.

The android simply blinked slowly at him. "It would appear that we've gotten off on the wrong foot. I was curious if there was any way I could make this transition easier for you."

Gavin gritted his teeth. Was this thing really so dense? "I told you already, fuck off."

"I'm afraid I can't do that Detective Reed."

Gavin pushed away from the sink to face the thing. He stepped into his personal space, jamming his finger into its chest. "Stay out of my way. Stop fucking following me. And do whatever I say when I say it. Is that understood?" It just stared at him with a blank expression. Gavin gritted his teeth as he took the collar of its jacket into his fists. "Is. That. Understood?" He asked again, punctuating every word.

Still no response. He was about to just punched the damned thing when the door to the restroom opened and closed once again. Gavin peeked over the thing's shoulder to see Hank standing there. "The fuck you want?"

Hank shrugged at him with a smirk. "What? A guy can't take a piss?" He then walked to one of the urinals to do just that. Once Gavin heard him unzip his pants, he let go of the android's jacket. He grabbed his own from where it was resting on the sink, seeing out of the corner of his eye that it was straightening out its own jacket before Gavin stormed out of the restroom. It was going to be a long day.

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