The picture on her desk stared up at her in disappointment. She glared at it.

"Don't give me that look." she flipped the frame around so it was facing the wall. She knew that she looked like a mess and she didn't need to be looking into the face of her always flawless sister to remind her. She pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail and logged into her computer.

"Welcome, Detective Blair Laurent." The automated voice greeted. Blair opened her most recent case file and took a sip of the coffee that she had picked up on the way to work. It was awful but it was caffeinated so it didn't matter.

She sighed as she scrolled through countless photos of a gruesome murder scene. It was a middle-aged man and his thirteen-year-old son- or what was left of them. The father had been dismembered and strewn around the living room. The son had been stuffed into the refrigerator.

It was the third case in the past two weeks. All different ages, race, sex, and cause of death. The only thing that connected them was a single black card with a name written in silver ink- The Predecessor. And since there were no other similarities, Blair wasn't making any leads.

"Good morning, Detectiving Laurent." The sudden voice made her jump. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you." Blair looked up at the intruder.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked, closing the files on her computer.

"My name is Connor." He replied simply. "I'm the android sent by Cyberlife."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"My name is Connor. I'm the-" He started to repeat but she stopped him.

"No no, I got that part. Why are you here." Blair opened her emails, checking for any notification that an android would be coming in.

"I've been sent to assist you in the Predecessor case." Connor explained. Blaid stood up, nearly knocking over her chair as she stormed into her supervising officer's office.

"Is this some kind of joke?" She snapped. Lieutenant Beckett just looked up from her desk calmly.

"It's only here to assist you. It is still your case." Her unfazed demeanor only made Blair angrier.

"So I need a babysitter now?" Blair scoffed. "What happened to 'I'm so glad we've got such a bright young female detective on this case. Us girls gotta stick together?"

"It's not your babysitter." Beckett took off her glasses and clasped her hands together on her desk. "Think of it like a partner. A partner with highly advanced abilities and investigating skills."

"I'm not working this case with him." She crossed her arms in defiance.

"Then you're not working this case." Beckett stood and put her hands on her hips. They were at an impasse and Beckett had the upper hand. And Blair needed this case. She threw up her hands in surrender.

"Fine. I'll work with him." She started to leave the office. "This better work."

"Have a little faith, Blair." Beckett chuckled. "Besides… he's kind of cute." Blair rolled her eyes.

"You're terrible."


Connor was looking around at the multiplier other desks while Detective Laurent talked with the Lieutenant. He could tell that she was upset with him being there. He looked down at her desk, seeing the picture frame that was turned to face the wall. He flipped it back around, examining the picture.

In it were two blonde women- one of them was Detective Laurent- and the other he scanned and identified as Bethany Laurent- Born: April 21, 2011, Died: October 9, 2036. He concluded that Bethany was Detective Laurent's older sister. In the photo, they were both smiling, hugging each other in front of the ocean.

Connor put the picture down as he saw Detective Laurent approaching. She was definitely less than thrilled with the circumstances.

"Looks like we're stuck together, Connor." She sighed, plopping down in her chair. "Have you been filled in on the case?"

"I have downloaded all of the past evidence information into my system," Connor replied.

"Of course you did." She gave him a tight smile. She put her hands behind her head and leaned back in her chair. "Well, you're the super detective. What do you make of it?"

"The killer isn't creating a pattern which makes it difficult to figure out a motive, assuming that there is one."

"What about the name- The Predecessor?"

"Predecessor- a thing that has been followed or replaced by another." Connor defined. "Or it is also defined as-"

"No," she sighed, "What do you think it means in the terms of the case. Why would a serial killer pick that name?" Before he could answer, her phone started to ring. She groaned with disgust and answered. "I told you to stop calling me." As Connor listened to ehr bicker with the person on the other end, he looked through crime scene photos in his head. The most recent case was last night previous; a man and his son killed in their apartment.

"Fuck you." Detective Laurent's outburst pulled Connor's attention back to the office. "And stop calling me." She slammed her phone down on her desk and took a deep, frustrated breath.

"Detective Laurent," Connor began but she made a face at him.

"Oh god, don't call me that." She ran her fingers through her platinum blonde hair. "I only make perps call me detective. Otherwise, I sound like I'm on a power trip. Just… call me Blair."

Blair relationship status: Neutral

"Blair," He corrected, "I was wondering if we could go back to the crime scene. Perhaps I will find something you missed." she stared at him for a moment, looking slightly offended. But then she shrugged.

"Fair enough." Blair grabbed her jacket and walked passed him, calling back to him over her shoulder. "Come on Tin Man."


The ride to the crime scene was done mostly in silence. Blair watched Connor curiously as the android flipped a coin between his fingers, tossing it back and forth in his hands. He handled it with such precision, never faltering. He suddenly stopped, holding the coin between his thumb and index finger.

"Who were you speaking to on the phone?" He asked. Blair shot him a look.

"What's it to you, bot boy?" She snapped. She did not want to be talking about her ex… mistake with an unfeeling android.

"I was simply wondering what had aggravated you." Connor explained innocently.

"Well it doesn't concern the case so it doesn't concern you. That's how this works, isn't it?" she stared out the window, ending the conversation. Connor studied her expression as she watched the city go by. She seemed… troubled. Like she was trying to solve a puzzle with too many missing pieces and the search was destroying her.

It wasn't much longer before they reached the apartment building. A team was still there from last night, coming in and out of their van. Blair was the first out of the car with Connor close behind.

The air was bitter and the cold breeze stung Blair's skin. Connor was unaffected by the weather. It was even colder inside the apartment building. The two went up the stairs until they reached the third floor and the blood covered door at the end of the hall. Blair quickly braced herself and went inside.

At least the smell has changed from last night. Now instead of rotting flesh it was the overwhelming scent of cleaning chemicals. As Blair spoke to a member of the forensics team, Connor started to look around on his own.

There were multiple bloodstains where each of the father's body parts had been placed. MOre blood splatters lined the walls. Whatever happened was very violent. He was about to go into the kitchen when Blair rejoined him.

"The forensics team was told to hold off on some of the cleanup so you could have a look around. They aren't too happy about it so do whatever it is you do so we can get out of here."

Connor nodded and scanned the kitchen for evidence. There were remnants of duct tape still stuck on one of the chairs, where the boy had been tied to, probably to be forced to watch his father's brutal death. Skid marks left by tennis shoes indicated dragged him to the refrigerator. The shelves inside were shattered, the killer hadn't bothered to remove them before shoving the boy inside.

From the photos of the body, the boy had suffered many injuries from being pushed against the shelves, but it was a broken neck that had killed him. With this evidence, Connor was able to reconstruct the scene.

After the killer sawed off the last of the father's limb's, they stalked back to the son, judging by the bloody footprints on the ground. They cut the tape holding the boy and he tried to escape, but they overpowered him. From the scuff marks on the stainless steel door, the boy kicked and tried to push away from the fridge as he forcibly shoved into the small space. The shelves bruised much of his torso and cracked four ribs. The killer pushed the boy's head down to fit into the fridge and snap.

After he was dead, the killer proceeded to stuff the body into the fridge and forcing the door closed, crushing the boy's body inside.

"The killer would have had to be very strong to be able to push the boy inside and close the door," Connor noted. Blair nodded in agreement with a grim look on her face.

"He was thirteen." She sighed sadly.

"His life was very short." Connor noticed pictures hanging on the fridge. Smiling at soccer games, making faces while fishing- everything Connor imagined a father a son to look like. "Which is why we must find who did this." Blair smiled.

"Careful Connor. You almost sound angry." She watched him narrow his eyes.

"I don't feel anger or any emotion. It isn't in my programming." He reasoned. "I only want to accomplish the mission." She held up her hands.

"No need to get defensive." She looked around the apartment. There's still something that bugs me." When Connor gave her a curious look, she explained. "The record says that they owned an android, but there wasn't one here when the bodies were found." Connor scanned the area and noticed a trail of blue blood on the floor.

"Maybe you just weren't looking in the right place." He followed the trail into the office. It led up to a bookshelf, dripping down the spine of one of the books. Connor gently pulled the book out and the shelf clicked and swung forward.

"How in the hell…" Blair gasped as the secret room revealed the cowering android.

"P-please." She whimpered. It was a badly damaged AX400 model. "Don't hurt me." After scanning her damages, Connor was surprised she hadn't already shut down.

"We're here to help." Blair knelt by the android's side. My name is Blair. I'm a detective. I need you to tell me what happened."

"I-I was making Jeremy a snack before he went to soccer practice. Bill was working." She started. "It was just a normal day." Tears streamed down her face. Blair didn't even know androids could cry. "And then he came through the window. B-Bill always leaves it open. He says the fresh air helps him think. He's an architect."

"What happened when the man came?" Connor asked, trying to move the story along. The android didn't have much time. "Did you see his face?" She shook her head.

"He attacked me from behind and damaged my optic system." One of her eyes had been torn out, probably disabling her scanner. "Then he started beating me. That's when Jeremy tried to stop him. But the man was too big. Jeremy ordered me to go hide, but I just couldn't." She had become a deviant. "I tried… I t-tried-" Connor could tell that her systems were failing.

"We don't have much time." He told Blair. "I can upload her memory and see exactly what happened." Before Blair could say anything Connor took the AX400's hand, both of their skin fading to reveal the white plastic underneath. The android grabbed Blair's arm with her other hand.

"Find out who did this. They-" She winced as she felt the darkness closing in. "They were my family." Connor pulled his hand away and the android's body went limp, shutting down.

"She saw the whole thing," Connor noted, but there was something in his voice that Blair couldn't place. Like he felt bad for her. He sighed with irritation. "But the killer was wearing a mask. Nothing distinctive on it either, just a plain silver mask." He stood up, but Blair stayed, stilling holding onto the AX400.

"She said they were her family." She lamented. "I didn't know that androids felt that way."

"They don't." Connor straightened his tie. "They don't feel anything. It's just a flaw in her programming." Blair stood and brushed off.

"Yeah." She looked down at the body made of wires and plastic. Could there be more to androids than just programming and following orders? She looked at Connor. "Maybe you're right."


I'm so excited to write another fanfiction for a video game! I'm absolutely obsessed with Detroit Become Human and I love Connor so I'm excited to share this with you guys. Please Please Please let me know what you think!