It's all a terrible fucking joke and Gavin is desperately waiting for the punchline he knows won't come. Or maybe it's a test to see how long it is going to take until Gavin just snaps and commits murder. If he doesn't suffer an anger induced aneurism first and just keels over to die and be done with the shit-show his life is.

"Absolutely no fucking way am I going to work with that – that thing!"

Gavin might be shouting as he points a finger at the offending thing, he isn't entirely sure but at this point it doesn't really matter anymore. He's certain the whole goddamn floor is watching them stand in Fowlers office with its shitty glass walls.

"Let me tell you a thing, Reed," Fowler sounds annoyed and like his patience had run out yesterday. "You are either going to work with him or you can hand in your resignation." Fowler pinches the bridge of his nose as if he is the one with a headache from this shit and not Gavin.

"Look, it's not my decision. Upper management called this one for promoting better work relationships and look good in public, it's just your bad luck that your stand on this matter is known by the entire police force and management decided you would make an excellent example."

Gavin wants to punch someone and then get horribly drunk. Preferably the plastic prick that just stands to his right, fake body angled towards Gavin. Its face is blank, yet still manages to somehow look entirely displeased by Gavin's outburst.

He hates the thing. Despises it even more than Anderson's lapdog because that model at least doesn't have this domineering and threatening aura around him that makes Gavin bristle with the need to claim control.

"Why don't they promote Anderson fucking the damn thing he is partnered with?" Gavin sneers but to his surprise it's not Fowler that answers but his new nightmare of a partner, voice cold and analytical.

"I must inform you of your misunderstanding, Detective Reed, none of the RK models are equipped with components that would make this possible."

"Well, I'm certain there are tons of explanation for Anderson shoving his tongue down the things throat." And why the fuck is Gavin even arguing over this with the thing.

Fowler looks about as thrilled about this discussion as Gavin feels and then he's dismissed and he all but slams the door open, not bothering to try and conceal his bad mood. He's glad if the others decide to stay as far away from him as possible and not make fun of him. At least not to his face.

Gavin grinds his teeth when he sees Anderson doubling over, laughter spilling loud and undisguised from his lips as he clutches at plastic prick number one. Or prickless more like.

Whatever.

He kicks his chair once for good measure before sitting down heavily. He wonders if slamming his head against the table until he suffers a brain injury and won't have to suffer this reality any longer is a stupid or absolutely brilliant idea when he hears footsteps behind him. He swivels his chair around, ready to vent his bad mood on the unfortunate soul that wanted to stand in the way of his temper, when he is greeted by the sight of a perfectly ironed CyberLife uniform.

From his position he can't see the things face but he refuses to lift his head. And who the fuck decided to built the new RK series so tall anyway? It's fucking stupid. gavin doesn't like the fact that he feels dwarfed by that tall fucker. Not that he likes anything about RK900.

He scowls and swivels his chair back around. The thing isn't deterred by that and simply walks around the desk, to stand in front of the empty one opposite of Gavin's.

"Detective Reed, I hope that we will be able to work together to the best of both our abilities despite the fact that so far you have shown nothing but hostility towards me." The tone is as precise and impersonal as a scalpel and Gavin doesn't throw his empty mug at RK900 but it's a very close thing.

"Listen here you piece of scrap, I don't give a damn that we're partners. If we're not on an assignment I want you out of my fucking face."

The things gaze is cold and it looks unimpressed by Gavin's declaration as it regards him.

"I do not intend to let your less than professional behaviour and attitude interfere with my duties, Detective Reed." That said the thing simply sits down opposite Gavin and levels its gaze at the monitor, not paying any more attention to Gavin trying to find his hidden psychic powers so he can kill the thing without getting into trouble.

It feels an awful lot like a dismissal and that idea doesn't sit right with Gavin. If anything it should be the other damn way around.

"Aren't you supposed to to listen to what I say?"

And the cold and heavy gaze is fully focused on him again and Gavin would rather burn his throat with too coffee than admit that this gaze makes him want to squirm where he sits. It feels too scrutinizing. Makes him feel exposed and seen through. The difference to Anderson's android is so stark and apparent that it feels weird to see the similarities in their facial features.

"I am under no obligations to follow your orders, Detective. I am assigned to work with you. Not under you. Even if that was the case, I would only be required to follow reasonable orders."

He is up and halfway bent over his desk before he knows it and his fingers clench around the front of the things uniform, a sense of satisfaction rising from the way the fabric crinkles beneath his fingers. He pulls hard and the plastic prick rises to his feet and leans forward as well and a hand closes around Gavin's wrist and squeezes hard enough he is sure it's gonna leave a fucking bruise. But Gavin knows that most of his colleagues are watching them. Wouldn't back down even if they weren't. He won't back down from a fight. Much less one he started himself. Even less against this damn plastic prick.

RK900 seems to realize Gavin's mindset as well and his grip slackens. And then Gavin is sure someone must have slipped him some sort of hallucinogens because the fucker starts to stroke over the exposed skin of his wrist.

And it's utterly horrible.

The fingers actually feel warm and soft against Gavin. The contrast to the earlier pain stark and startling. He can feel goosebumps rising in response and the change in touch is so unexpected that Gavin is momentarily stunned and frozen. But only until his brain catches up with the fact that it actually feels nice.

He lets go of RK900 as if burned, his heart racing with a surge of adrenaline that didn't come from the near violence.

Gavin stares at RK900 and regrets it immediately as the gray gaze bores into him.

Dissects what happened.

Analyses the clues in front of it.

And then a perfectly fake eyebrow lifts and equally fake lips twitch into a tiny smirk and Gavin knows that he is fucked.

I blame the Hank/Connor discord server for making me all soft for Reed900 and writing this instead of working on any of the like twenty Hannor plot bubbles I have written down
Someone mentioned Reed being a touch-starved tsundere and I really like that idea

also this pairing reminds me so much of Sebastian/Moriarty, just with less murder

original work title: Life sucks - until an android sucks your dick

Hope you enjoyed it so far! Feel free to shout out any mistakes in the comments or just shout at me