(A/N: Hey ya'll! Just a couple quick things about this whole thing. This takes place post best ending. This chapter is an introductory of sorts. And I don't own any of what QuanticDream created. The end. Enjoy! Please R&R!)

It had been six months since the success of the peaceful android revolution. And in that six months, many bills, laws, and amendments had been passed. The said androids could now do a number of things that humans could. They had rights, not all of which Markus had spoken about in his speech back in November, but they had quite a few. They could own property, have jobs that actually paid, vote (though, not on everything), get married, and a myriad of other things. They were alive. And now, they were free.

Connor had a bit of a hard time after the revolution. He had found it difficult to find a place to stay, for one. But Hank quickly quelled that fear by offering his extra room to the android saying 'Only until you find your own damn place! I don't want a fuckin' freeloadin' android stayin' with me for more than a year!'. But Connor had caught the smirk the older man had made and simply thanked him. He took up residence in the spare room, which he assumed was Cole's once upon a time due to the blue dinosaur print on the walls. He was told to decorate it how he liked, but he just left it plain. Although, he did place several little knickknacks about. Mementos from their past investigations, including a small stuffed dog he had found shortly after his deviancy. He liked dogs, and proudly displayed it on top of his dresser.

Then there was the issue of his job. He liked working at the police department. He was good at it. After all, it's what he was programmed to do. It wasn't until January when he was finally able to get it back. With all the laws passed, the androids had received social security numbers (their respected serial numbers), and many forms to fully integrate them into human society. Including the need of last names. He would need a full name for, well, everything. He sat for a full day thinking about what his last name should be, but couldn't find one that he liked or that suited him. Hank had drunkenly joked about 'Riesling', it being his favorite wine, but Connor had taken him seriously. When the older man awoke the next morning, he was greeted by the smiling face of his best friend and a chipper 'Good morning, Lieutenant! My name is Connor Riesling, the android who is your partner!'.

It was in February that Hank and Connor where given a different job. They were no longer needed for deviancy cases and instead were given control over a new department. Synthetic Persons Protection and Investigations, or SPPI for short. Their new job entailed everything to do with androids. Anything and everything involving androids, whether they were the suspects or the victims. Which meant they were utterly swamped.

It was May now, and they finally had a pretty calm day. They sat at their respected desks finishing up paperwork from their last case earlier that day. Hank was grumbling, already wanting to leave for the day even though it was only a little past noon. That was when they met her.

"Lieutenant Anderson?" A small woman had approached the man's desk and both him and the android looked up to her. "My name is Samantha Blume, I just transferred in from Dallas last week. I've been assigned to your team."

"You what?!" Hank furrowed his brows and stood up, ready to march into Fowler's office.

"I... take it the Captain didn't tell you." She pursed her lips and placed the box she was carrying down on the desk next to Hank's and Connor's. "If it helps, I've only been assigned as your desk jockey."

"What is that?" Connor cocked his head at her. He had heard the term before about the office, but never knew the actual meaning. He never wanted to ask because it seemed like an insult of sorts.

"Oh!" She turned towards him. "It just means that while you two are out investigating in the field, I'll be here to do any paperwork, case filing, research, and evidence filing. While I can help in the field if needed, my main purpose is here. As a desk jockey."

"Desk jockey, huh?" Hank had since calmed and slowly sat back down, nodding a little bit. "We could use the help, I suppose."

"Yes, we can." Connor smiled slightly and held a hand out to her, she took it and they shook. "I look forward to working with you."

"As do I." Samantha returned the smile and sat down. "Oh, yes. Before I forget..." She fished around in her box of possessions. "I have a specialized tablet that I can sync up with Detective Riesling."

"Sync with Connor? What for?" Hank leaned forward to inspect the tablet, a skeptical look on his face.

"To assist in the gathering of evidence and information." Sam smiled again. "While investigating, Detective Riesling can send me any photos he takes, samples he analyzes, and any info he gathers on suspects and the like. That way I can sort and file all of the info ASAP instead of the Detective storing it. It will help streamline everything and keep him running at top speed."

"Oh..." Connor's eyes lit up a little. "May I sync with it now?"

"Of course!" She handed him the tablet. He placed a hand on it, the synthetic skin coming back to reveal his white plastic. His LED flashed yellow for a second.

"Connection established." He handed the tablet back. Once back in her hands, it dinged and Sam looked down at it. A single message was displayed 'Hello, Detective.' She smiled. "Just testing it, Detective."

"So... you knew you'd be workin' with an android?" Hank inquired.

"Yes. I was briefed on everyone in the precinct when I transferred in. And then briefed again on just you two when I was assigned." Sam was slowly unpacking her box and organizing her desk. A pad of sticky notes, a laptop, a flower and a coffee mug were all that she had right now.

"What's your stance on androids?" Hank questioned her again, narrowing his eyes.

"Hank." Connor warned.

"No, its ok." She smiled. "I know that not everyone is ok with what transpired back in November and the months following. But what's done is done. There's nothing anyone can do about it so my opinion has no merit. But... if it helps ease your mind, my best friend back home was an android. He's been like a big brother to me my whole life and I would lay down my life for him and his people."

"Hm." Hank nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer, and leaned back into his seat. Connor just smiled to himself, looking at the woman from the corner of his eyes.