Hey! This is my first fanfic ever, so I'm sorry if you encounter any misspells or anything else like that. I appreciate every single review and I'd love to get some tips on how to improve my writing. I don't own any of the characters in this fic (apart from my own OC). This is just an intro, so let me know if you want to read more in the reviews. Hope you'll enjoy!

Chapter 1

-June 12th, Monday, 2039, 8:56 AM—

-The Intro-

"Detective Järvinen, I assume." The sound of my name being used in a sentence startles me as I'm working on my computer with my earphones on.

I quickly remove the excess noise producing earphones and respond. "That depends on who's assuming."

I lift my gaze up to see an android staring at me behind my new desk. His LED flashes yellow for a while showing he's most likely processing something.

He speaks as the LED turns back to a solid blue. "I'm Connor. I am Han-… Lieutenant Anderson's partner and apparently we will be working with you too from now on."

I can't help but stare at his features. His face is so symmetrical, so perfect. His hair shines magically, and his jaw is amazingly strong.

My supervising officer and my new partner, Lieutenant Anderson, cuts off my staring and the train of my thought. "Good, You two already met. It would've just wasted my time if I'd have had to introduce you to this plastic fuck."

Connor's LED flickers yellow again as he analyzes the comment. "Good to see you too, Lieutenant."

The Lieutenant stares at Connor for a while, confused, and then he glances between me and him.

I don't know if it is even possible, but I swear I saw Connor blush as Anderson smiled at us mischievously.

"I'm gonna leave you two to get to know each other better, it's not like there's anything to actually do around here." He shoots a cold look at the chief of the department probably mad about a case he got thrown off.

He starts to make his leave before turning around and addressing both of us. "Connor, what have I told you about calling me Hank? And Detective, I don't like when I'm being called Lieutenant, makes me sound all important and shit, so you just call me Hank too, ok?"

I nod awkwardly at him as he walks towards the break room.

There's a momentary silence between us that feels surprisingly unpleasant and tense. I can feel him eyeing me, so I turn my chair to face him to make eye contact with him and hopefully even conversation.

He turns to look at me, studying my face and desk for a minute. His LED turning yellow again. It flickers red once and then goes back to blue. "You are not from around here, are you?"

He looks me deep in the eye waiting for confirmation. He holds my gaze way longer than one normally would.

"No, I am not. But I bet you already know that."

He looks at his perfect hands deciding what to say. "You were three years old when you moved to the US from Finland with your mother. You escaped your abusive father."

My gaze falls to my computer. A wave of somberness washes over me as I think of my dad. I expected Connor to know a lot about me by analyzing me, but I didn't realize he'd know this much.

He looks at my shocked expression, his LED flashing red and yellow. "I… I am so sorry. I am still trying to learn about emotions and how to feel them myself. I was programmed to only be analytical and a good negotiator, so it is very difficult for me to understand sometimes."

I look up at him again. I force on the best smile possible and speak with all the confidence I have left in that moment. "It's okay, Connor. I understand."