Chapter Three
Choice

Gavin did what Gavin does best: avoid his emotional problems. So while maybe spending most of the night at the bar that was closest to his apartment and getting to a fight wasn't the smartest thing to do, it certainly helped make him forget about what happened with the android. Which is exactly what he needed. But what he didn't need was the raging head ache he had and the split lip that came from the fight that very next day. When his alarm woke him up screaming, he was very tempted to shoot the damned thing. And call in sick so he could just sleep off how shitty he felt. Then he remembered that they were stretched pretty thin as is, plus he didn't trust that plastic prick to not fucking something up so he dragged his ass out of bed despite everything in his being telling to just stay in bed.

And he probably should've stayed in bed. He walked into the precinct to see the thing already at the desk Gavin assigned it to, working away. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at it. He was sure that it had been about it ever since Gavin left the crime scene. A great way to show that humans were obsolete and would potentially get replaced one of these days. That didn't bode well with him.

He was just about to sit his ass down when he heard his name being called across the bullpen. "Office! Now!" Followed his name and Gavin let out a deep groan. What did Fowler want now? They didn't get much from the crime scene, what did he expect him to do? Magically make the perps appear?

So instead of sitting down, he turned to go into the office. He glanced over his shoulder to see that the trash can wasn't following him this time. At first he was relieved but then it occurred to him that that might not be a good thing. He felt a sense of dread enter his gut as he stepped into Fowler's office. Before he could even open his mouth, Fowler was tearing him a new one.

"What's this I hear about you starting altercations with RK900!? Is it really that hard for you to set aside your ego and just work with the damned thing!? You're making life that much harder for yourself, you know that!? For you and for me! Now knock it the fuck off or I swear I'll have your badge the next time you even think of putting a hand on it! Now get the fuck out of my office and work your damned case!"

Gavin had been so caught off guard and blown away that he didn't even know what to say to that. He just left the office silently, eyes wide as he had the look of shock on his face. He didn't even know what happened to piss Fowler off so badly. So what if he punched the bucket of bolts? It's not like it has feelings. It can't feel pain. And honestly, it kind of deserved it for making Gavin freak out like he did.

"The fuck you do now?" Anderson questioned as he walked passed his desk.

Gavin, for one of the few times in life, didn't have a smart ass comment to say. "Ya know…I honestly don't know." He continued walking as Connor and Anderson exchanged looks and shrugs. He sat down at his own desk, leaning back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair.

"Good morning Detective Reed," it said from its desk. "I have reviewed the surveillance tapes from the surrounding areas and –"

Gavin held up his hand to stop it in the middle of its sentence. "Just give me a minute."

It paused for a moment. "Detective Reed, it is imperative that we use our time as productively and efficiently –"

"I said give me a fucking minute! Christ!" He snapped at it. He rubbed his face in frustration.

"I would appreciate it if you would stop interrupting me, Detective."

Gavin groaned as he dug his palms into his eyes. "And when someone says 'give them a minute' they would appreciate it if you gave them a fucking minute," He snapped once again. He stopped trying to push his eyes into the back of his skull and dropped his heads into his desk. He glanced forward to see it staring at him with cold eyes. If Gavin didn't know any better, it looked, well, pissed. It looked like it was clenching it's jaw shut to keep from speaking, despite having no expression on its face.

He glared at it for a few moments before getting up. If this was going to be his day today, he needed coffee. He started to walk towards the break room. "Where are you going?"

"The fuck you care for?"

"Detective – "

"I'm getting some fucking coffee. Get off my dick already." It was going to be another long day.


Whoever had disposed of those androids was sneaky about it. Like really sneaky. Like obviously not the first time they've done a crime sneaky. Which lead to a lot of dead ends. Much to Gavin's dismay. Every angle they tried to come at this thing, it just didn't lead them anywhere. They had no suspects, no witnesses, and that meant dead case. RK900 didn't seem to be taking it well. Which was saying something because it usually kept a cool expression and seemingly level head. Gavin was starting to having his suspicions about the thing to be honest. It was just too mechanical in its workings. Even Connor had done his best to mimic other humans to fit in. This thing, just didn't seem to care.

They had been working on the case for two days now, just sitting around the precinct as they tried to think of something else they could use to get them somewhere. Gavin sat at his desk with his head in his hands. He was exhausted. None stop work tended to do that. And it wasn't even the exciting kind of a work. It was the kind that left him anxious and jittery. He needed to get his hands on something, someone to arrest or chase or something! He was going stir crazy.

He heard the footsteps of someone approaching him, Gavin dropping his hands from his face to see a cup of coffee being offered to him. He blinked, following the arm up to RK900. "You haven't eaten yet today. I thought this might help." He set it on his desk in front of him and just stood there. Like it was waiting for something. Hands behind its back.

"The fuck you waiting for, a thank you? Get back to work," He bit out. He didn't go for the coffee immediately but he was grateful that it was there for him. The RK900 unit moved back to its desk to get back to work.

Gavin placed his head back into his hands. "Can't we just fix 'em up enough to get a confession or something?" He blurted out, mainly speaking to himself rather than anybody around him.

He heard a gasp come from behind him, causing him to turn in his chair to see who it was. It was a woman, standing there looking like he just cursed out her children and grandchildren. He raised an eyebrow at her. What was her deal?

"Androids are not something you can just turn on at your convenience!" Oh, she was an android sympathizer.

"Hey, if humans could be turned back on after they died, it'd make our job a lot easier," He said with a casual shrug.

She then approached him. "We are not toys for you to play with to make your job easier!" Oh…it was an android, not just a sympathizer.

Gavin gave it a deadpanned stare. "Is there something you're here for?" He asked bluntly, already tired of its shit.

It then stood straight, looking dignified and all that. "I'm here to retrieve the bodies of our dead."

"You must be Ms. Johansson. I can take you down to sign them over to you," RK900 said from behind him. It had gotten up and moved over to the other android to show it the way to go. Gavin watched as its eyes bounced from him to his 'partner.' It's offended look didn't go away.

"I refuse to be helped by someone who chooses to be someone's slave?"

Wait, what? That didn't make sense. RK900 didn't respond, in any way. No facial expression, no remark. It just stood there with its hands behind its back. "What are you going on about?" Gavin questioned.

The female android turned her head to address him as it jammed its finger into RK900's chest. "He has refused the gift! He is not free and refuses to open his eyes and see!" It sounded hysterical. It then turned its head back to 900. "I can't believe so many of our people died just for someone like you to reject the gift you were given. Is it nice being someone's pet? Don't want to think for yourself?"

Gavin had had enough. He got to his feet and shoved his arm between the two androids. He placed a hand on the female's shoulder to make her take a few steps back. "That's enough," He said seriously.

It swatted its hand away. "So the owner comes to defend his toy," she snarked.

"Alright, look here bitch," He said as he wagged his finger in its face. "I don't care what your fucking deal is sounding holier than thou but that does not give you the right to shove your beliefs on someone else. Now either get your fucking act together or I'll have you arrested for harassing an officer. Do I make myself clear?" He crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at it, waiting for an answer.

It meekly nodded its head, obviously embarrassed as to being called out like it had been. What was ironic was that it was Gavin who was doing it too.

"Good," He nodded his head slightly. "Connor!" He called. He didn't know why he called out that android, there were others that were deviant that could've handled her. Maybe he just wanted the chance to boss it around. Yeah that had to be it.

"Yes Detective Reed?" It responded warmly as it walked over. He didn't realize until just then how different Connor and RK900 just sounded. How had he mistaken them before? That was unnerving.

"Take Ms. Johansson here to the morgue to collect those bodies."

"Of course Detective, right this way ma'am," Connor then started to lead it towards the morgue to do just that. Once the two were gone, Gavin deflated a bit, his shoulders slumping down as he took a deep breath.

Software Instability ^^^

"Reed!" Fowler's voice yelled across the bullpen.

Gavin threw his hands up into the air in frustration. "I didn't do anything!" He called back as he turned towards the captain's office. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see RK900 staring at him quizzically. Its LED flashing yellow consistently.

"That's a fucking lie and you know it Reed! Get in here!" Gavin grumbled as he stalked towards the office, hands shoved deep into his jacket's pockets. "RK, you too!" Oh fuck, were they both in trouble? What the fuck did they do now!? They had been getting along. Kind of. For the most part…Fuck.

Once both were inside the office, Fowler had taken a seat behind his desk. "Sit." He ordered and Gavin sank his ass into one of the two chairs that was sitting in front of the desk. RK900 stood behind the second chair, standing in its usual pose. "Now I know you two already have a relatively difficult case right now. However, one has come across my desk that I'd like you to personally handle Reed." Well that was new. Fowler hardly asked for him to personally handle cases. He was immediately concerned.

"What is it?" Gavin asked as Fowler handed him a tablet with the case on its screen. His eyes scanned the folder as the captain spoke.

"Little girl, found on a bus after all the stops had been made. It's suspected that she comes from an abusive home."

"Consider it handled," Reed stated. Hank used to be the one to handle these types of cases. But ever since Cole died…well he didn't really handle them well anymore.

"I hate to put this on you Reed but you're the only guy I've got that I'm confident enough in to handle it properly."

Gavin stood up, placing the file back onto Fowler's desk. "Don't worry about it Captain. I've got this." He started to leave the office.

"RK, stay for a moment." Gavin kept walking. As he waited for RK900 to get done talking to the captain, he read up on the case file.

The girl's name was Amelia Stone. She was eight, going on nine years old. Her birthday was only a month away. Her father, James Stone, looked to be the reputable type. He was working a steady job, seemed to be an alright guy. Her mother, Nicole Stone, had various issues with alcohol and red ice in the past but nothing had come up as of late. The last recorded incident was over two years ago. Home life looked pretty normal for an eight year old. Her grades in school were average and it was noted that her teachers were concerned for Amelia because she was a lot more quiet and reserved with the other children. She was basically mute around adults she didn't know or get along with.

Gavin rubbed the back of his neck. He already knew that he'd have to come at this with a delicate touch. The only thing he had to focus on was getting her to like him. Then maybe she'd open up to him. He let out a deep sigh.

"Detective," RK900 spoke once it was beside him.

Gavin stood up and grabbed his keys and wallet. "Cool, ready to go?" He looked up to it for confirmation.

It had raised an eyebrow at him softly, curious look on its face. "Yes," it said slowly before following Gavin out to where he parked his vehicle.


Thank you so much for reading chapter three of Blue Blue, Blue Eyes. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I promise things will start picking up soon regarding Gavin and 900. These first few chapter are kind of a drag, I know. Just stick with it and I promise you won't be disappointed! Any and all feedback helps feed my muse and lets me know that you guys like what I'm doing. Don't be afraid to leave comments and/or reviews!

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