Two; The Bar & Crime Scene Part Two:

"You can't go any further. Androids are not permitted beyond this point." Connor was stopped in his tracks as someone prevented him from crossing the line and entering the crime scene.

"It's with us."Beth's father said, annoyance flashing on his face. The blond smiled uneasily knowing that her father had anger issues.

"What about stay in the car did you not understand..?"

Beth watched the scene between her father and the Android, the tension becoming harder to deal with."Your orders contradicted my instructions, Lt."

"Listen. You don't touch or mess with anything, and you stay out of my way."

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up, Hank." An officer said.

"That was the plan, until my daughter and this plastic asshole found me."

"Hmm, so you've got yourself an Android, huh..?"The officer said.

"Haha, very funny. So, what's the information..?"

Beth sneezed, causing her father to give her a glare. She winced, as her head was pounding like there was a hammer banging away at her skull. Clearly her father wasn't having any sympathy for her, which Beth regretibally understood.

"Victim's name is Carlos Ortiz. Been dead around 3 weeks. We'll know more when the coroner arrives." The officer stated.

"Cause of death..?"Beth asked giving a glance towards Connor who returned it, causing her to look away.

"Stab wounds."

"Dear God..."The blond whispered as they walked in, somehow able to still smell the horrible odor even with her nose stopped up."It was even worse before we opened the windows."

The smell triggered her to sneeze again, causing her to groan. She hated being sick, because even though it was just a cold, she felt like shit for about a week.

Beth jumped back as a cold hand was placed on her forehead. It was Connor, his brown eyes shining with the same concern he showed earlier."C-Connor, w-what are you doing..?" She managed to stuttered, nervous at his close proximity.

"Checking your temperature, Beth. I detect a slight fever."He moved away from her, seemingly ignoring the increasing flushes of red on her pale freckled face.

"I told you, Connor. It's just a cold...A fever is normal."Connor seemed dissatisfied with her response, but before he could speak, her father interrupted them.

"What the f*ck are you two doing?!" Hank yelled giving the two matching glares."I-" Beth stuttering immensely, until Connor took over."-I was just checking to make sure your daughter was alright, Lt Anderson."

The grumpy detective shook his head staring at the Android and his daughter for a second."She's fine. I wouldn't have let her come, if she wasn't."

"I wouldn't think so, Lt."

Her father groaned walking around to look at the evidence. Beth looked around giving a nod to Connor as she passed by him. The Android gave her the most adorable smile, causing Beth to shiver.

She was really screwed...

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The petite blonde watched as the RK800 Android, knelt down beside the murder weapon. She gagged as he stuck his blood covered fingers into his mouth.

Apparently her father saw the exact same thing, but he was much more vocal about it."What the f*ck are doing?!"Hank yelled,causing Beth to wince.

She still had a massive headache, and her father's yelling wasn't helping anything. She blinked trying to focus, but her eyes were watering.

She wiped a sleeve against her eyes, before grabbing a hankerchif out of her pocket and wiping her nose.

"I'm able analyze samples in real time. I'm sorry, and should have warned you both."Connor said, looking up to spot Beth's sickly looking face, her cheeks flushed.

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"Hey, hey. What are you doing with that chair..?"Hank questioned as Connor picked up the chair.

"I'm going to check something."

Beth stared silently after the Android, before deciding to follow him."What's so important that you need to check it..?"The blond asked looking up at Connor with her baby blue eyes.

"The traces of blueblood lead to the attic."The Android answered putting the chair down on the ground. "Wait." She said as he was about to step onto the chair."Shouldn't one of us go with you..?"

"No, you wait down here."He said stepping onto the chair. He was about to climb into the attic, when Beth's voice stopped him."Connor...Be careful."

"Always."

Beth sighed as she waited for the Android to come back. A short time later her father walked over, looking up at the ceiling."Connor, what the f*ck is going on up there?"

A moment of silence entered the air, before Connor's voice broke it."It's here, Lt, Beth!"Hank and Beth's eyes widened at this.

"Holy shit. Get everyone up there."

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*Flashback*

"Cole!Dad!" Beth cried as she woke up, blood dripping down her forehead. She could see her baby brother lying unconscious, blood staining his small form.

Her father was unconscious too, blood sliding down his head. Beth whimpered in pain as she attempted to move, her leg twisting in an unatural way.

Beth grimaced as she attempted to unbuckle her seat belt, letting out a cry as the belt released her. She hit her head again as she crashed, causing her to black out.

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"Is she gonna be okay..?"Beth could hear someone asking, their voice gradually pulling her from her own personal hell. A hand was tucked around her's, grasping her hand tightly.

"She's had severe head trauma. And we detected a break in her left leg, however; it wasn't too severe. All we had to do was elevate her leg, and she'll likely have to wear a cast for awhile."

"I-I just want her to be okay... She's all I have left, and I..."She now reconized the voice to be that of her father's, but something was obviously very wrong.

"I'm terribly sorry for your loss, sir. She'll wake up soon, don't worry."

"Daddy..."Beth whispered, forcing her hand to squeeze her father's."Beth...Oh my god! You're awake!"

She gradually opened her eyes, looking towards her father's teary ones. His eyes were already puffy, indicating that he had already been crying.

"D-Dad, where's Cole? Is he alright? When can I see him?"Beth asked looking up at her father, who's already cracked walls broke completely. Beth whimpered as she knew that something was very wrong.

"N-No, N-No, N-No...Please god, tell me this is a joke...C-Cole didn't deserve this..."

'Why did I live and Cole die..?'

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Beth's eyes watered again, as she attempted to wash the dishes. Her eyes staring down at the soapy water, as her hands slowly scrubbed the dirty plate.

Her normally exited and cheerful eyes were dull, and puffy. Her normally put up blond hair, lying messily on her back. Her eyes gave a quick glance towards her small dog, Princess who stared at her with sad eyes.

Princess, a small, dark furred Chihuahua, was Beth's only source of comfort these days. As her father had took too washing away his sorrows with Alcohol.

Even now though, she still attempted to visit her father every day. Though, Hank made it clear he no longer cared about living. So, she had practically moved in her father's house on the weekends, and on some weekends.

She could tell her father was depressed, not that she blamed him. Beth honestly felt the same way, but she knew the only thing that kept her father from pulling the trigger was himself.

Mainly because of her. As he knew that it would literally kill Beth, if her father committed suicide. However, that didn't seem to stop him from overdrinking, and playing deadly games of Russian Roulette.

Beth hated the fact that her father was gambling with his life, and that he would even consider abandoning her when he knew she wasn't holding on too well herself.

She knew one day her father's luck would run out and his recklessness would finally end his life...

That day, she hoped would never come...

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Sorry if it was awful.

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TalleyBear.