Upon arriving at the scene of the supposed crime, Violet parked her car up. Hank ordered the android to remain in the car, which Violet felt was unnecessary. He could be of some help to her, after all, but she didn't protest. She just wanted to get her work done. She jumped out of the car, approaching the road workers. They seemed a little shaken up, so she spoke softly "good evening, I'm Violet Anderson. I've been sent by Detroit Police Department to assess the crime scene. I'm a forensic Anthropologist. I need you to answer all the questions I have". "We, uh, we already answered the questions" one of them stammered, fear in his eyes "was that really a little girl?".

"We - cannot answer that question right now" Violet explained "we understand that the little girl's family are anxious, as are the public but we must evaluate this situation carefully. May you point me in the direction of the person who asked you the questions?". The other male pointed a shaky hand towards the police officer standing by the window of the storefront "H-him". "Thank you. You may leave now. Rest well. I understand this was a traumatic incident" she nodded, moving away. "How do you keep so calm?" Hank asked. "It's called class, Hank" she smirked "you need to learn to get some".

As they approached the officer, his face lit up at the sight of her. "Well, well. If I isn't my favorite FA" he smirked, leaning against a car behind him. Violet raised a brow curiously "why am I your favorite?". He chuckled, his eyes seductively scanning her frame. Violet picked up what he meant immediately. She coughed a little "anyway, detective Reed. Can you please inform me of what the man told you in regards to your questions".

Hank chuckled behind her, loving how she so swiftly rejected him in such a lady-like manner. Gavin Reed, the detective before her shifted uncomfortably "w-well...firstly why did you just change the subject like that?".

"I'm not interested in playing games with you Detective, I am only interested in completing my work here so I may identify the remains and find justice for the child's family". He blinked at her, then let out a small sigh "yeah, yeah okay. Well, the workers were digging a hole in the ground, turns out it needed more cement or something along those lines those details are not important. As they were digging, the machine hit something and refused to budge. They went to see what it was and alas - it was the victims bones".

Violet nodded along with him, then clasped her hands together "where are the bones now?". "They have been sent back to your lab" he said to her "they're waiting there for you".

"Oh?" She sighed, annoyed "I was under the impression that they would be here. What use am I now?". "Connor!" She suddenly heard Hank yell behind her. She flinched as she turned to look at the android who was standing near them, frozen up from the yelling. "I thought I told you to stay in the car" Hank sighed. "He's fine" Violet said to Hank "he could be of use to us". "Oh well looky here!" Detective Reed exclaimed "an Android!".

Violet shot him a glare - a warning not to say or do anything. She knew he hated them just as much as Hank did. He ignored her though, circling Connor with a wide smirk on his face "I'm thirsty, Android. Get me a coffee".

Hank didn't intervene at all, which angered Violet. "I'm sorry, Detective. But I only take orders from Lieutenant Anderson" Connor responded, which angered Gavin. He took Connor by the scruff of the neck, pushing him up against the nearby wall. "Say That again, Android. I dare you" he snarled. Violet tried to intervene. "Gavin stop!" She exclaimed, but he turned around and Smacked her across the face "stay out of it, Violet!". She clutched her cheek in surprise, then turned to look at Hank who looked just as shocked - but done nothing.

Feeling hurt and betrayed, Violet, with a hand still on her cheek rushed to the car and sped off back to the police station. As she drove along, droplets of her tears hit the steering wheel before her. She cursed and swore angrily at Gavin and Hank - Gavin for hitting her and Hank for not protecting her. Her father would be so disappointed in him.

As soon as she reached the station, she made her way downstairs to the labs. "Ah, Miss Anderson!" A fellow Forensic Anthropologist called "the bones are in the room for you".

"Yeah" she said shakily "I know". She skimmed passed him, ignoring his concerned expression. She closed the door behind her, looking over the files again and allowing a few more tears to fall on the paper before she composed herself.

Just as she went to begin the process of identifying the victim, the door opened. "Please leave, I'm working" she said, her voice still shaky. It was obvious she had been crying. "Oh. I apologize" came Connors voice "I will leave". She looked up "oh it's you! No, come in".

Connor nodded, his face emotionless. He stepped back inside and closed the door behind him. He stepped closer to her, observing the bones on the table. "They are the bones of the child" he said confidently. "How are you so sure?" She questioned. "I've scanned her" he said "but you can check to make sure".

Violet nodded, preparing her tools. "Connor...are you okay?" She asked quietly, beginning her examination. "Hm?" He tilted his head looking at her "yes". "No it's just...what Gavin did to you earlier. It wasn't nice" she said. "What he did to you was worse" he said to her "does it hurt you?". She glanced up at him to see he was staring intently at her cheek.

She reached up and touched it, before nodding slowly "yeah. It does hurt, Connor". He nodded "it's unfortunate for you. I'm sorry it hapoebed to you". Her bottom lip wobbled slightly, before she croaked out "thanks".

He shook his head before an awkward silence filled the air - and an hour and some awkward small talk later, Violet was able to identify the remains did, indeed, belong to Rebecca North. She stared at the child's photo in the file folder, then back at the bones. A young life taken so soon. "Yep. That's Rebecca North alright" she sighed sadly "cause of death appears to be strangulation. No broken bones or marks on the bones, but her voice box is crushed".

Connor remained still "I see". "Do you get that all the time?" She suddenly asked. "Yes" he nodded "you do mean what Detective Reed done, yes?". She nodded "yeah. I'm really sorry about him it's..it's not the first time he's hit me either. We..had a small thing going on". "Thing? What thing?" He questioned cutely. She looked up at the clock, which hung above the desk in the corner of the room. 1:20 am. Hank was probably pissed drunk by now. She was exhausted - she just wanted sleep.

"He was my sort of boyfriend. Romantic interest, more so" she said to him "he repulses me". She coughed a little, standing up "I have to go home and file this report". "Okay" he nodded, and that's when she broke down crying. Connor stared at her, confused "is everything okay, Miss Anderson?".

She shook her head, crying into her hands. "Is it the child?" He questioned "if so it's okay. As you humans say - she's in a better place now". She bit her bottom lip, embarrassed to admit the true reason. "Yeah" She nodded, still crying "you're right, Connor. Thank you". "No problem" he said, shooting her a small smile before opening the door for her.

'No, Connor' she thought to herself as she exited the room, with him right behind he 'I Just feel so sorry for you'.