Author's Notes: Please comment and let us know what you think! Every comment and kudos means so much to us! Please follow us on tumblr to see updates, photos, and feel free to send us ideas for one-shots that you would like to see! blog/aniellasummers
Just a Lieutenant and the Android Sent by Cyberlife
"Okay, well are you going to tell me or are you just going to stare at me all day with that dumb look on your face?" Hank crossed his arms around his chest, closing himself off from Connor. Hank stared at the young man in front of him, his face was flushed with a light blue, was he blushing? His eyes were also lowered and filled with Hank could only describe as fear and regret. What could an android regret? Hank rolled his eyes, he was probably just putting his own problems on the poor thing.
Hank didn't know what was going to come out of Connor's mouth when Connor called out to him, but what he did know is that his chest fell a little when it was about the case. All that emotion calling out to him to stop, and then it was just his heart knotting when he found out the real reason Connor called out to him. He ran his fingers through his knotted mess of hair; maybe he was just an old man being rushed into all of this and that is why everything seemed to be going so fast. Maybe he just didn't want to accept what he knew was coming. He was just too old for all of this shit. That is what he decided. He wouldn't indulge himself anymore.
"Uhm." Connor froze, he wanted to say so much, but for some reason, he brought up the case. There was so much he wanted to say, and none of it about the case. It seemed to take him a moment to even think about something about the case that was worth talking about. "When the victim was dancing with me, there seems to be a large group of androids gathered at the bar watching. Seems to be a group of five."
"Well, they probably were waiting for their humans." Hank leaned against the glass wall, "Some people don't want to dance with androids, they just want them to buy them drinks and bring them home."
"I don't think they were just waiting." Connor stated running through the memory once more; his LED flashing yellow as he was trying to look at the android's faces, "It seems like two of them were talking, well more like one of them was whispering into the other's ear."
Hank let out a sharp chuckle, "Two androids gettin' it on. Who knew?" Before he could stop his mouth kept going, "Doing better than I am right now. Just got whiskey and my hand." Connor's head picked up at the comment and his lips were sewn in a straight line. Hank's laughter was cut short by the android's glare. He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. Connor glanced away from the man and pretended like he never heard the comment.
"It seems as if the one is purposely," Connor lips pursed together, "I believe you would call it amping him up. I will need to download the file to show you, but in the beginning of the clip the one android is alone and the group of four come up to him. The one begins talking to the lone android and over the course of the victim and I's dancing, the android grows angrier."
"So what you are saying," Hank rubbed his beard as he tried to put together what Connor was saying without a visual, "If the victim was killed by his android, it could be because another android was purposely edging him on."
"Precisely." Connor's lips pulled up in a slight smile as he took a couple steps closer to Hank, "Now the question becomes what was said or what made the android so angry to bring him to killing his owner?" Hank noted that Connor's right eye twitched when he said the word owner, while it puzzled Hank, he didn't question it further.
Hank's eyes widened for a moment as he put everything together and all he could do was stare at Connor with knowing eyes, "Jealousy."
Connor just stared at the Lieutenant, something in his biocomponents tightened. They ached as it felt like someone had their hand inside of him and was ripping out some wires. Another twitch occured in his occipital lense as a bright red software error colored his vision. He just questioned the Lieutenant about being jealous, but he was simply trying to rile the man up, and secretly he wanted some answers to the man's mood swings. One minute he was all over Connor and the second he was shoving him away and screaming in his face.
The look Hank was giving him made his heart falter. Hank's eyes screamed a confession, but his mouth was silent and Connor didn't want to hear any more. He had a mission to accomplish. Maybe a full system reset and cleanse was needed to clear all these messy errors and feelings. Connor took a deep, unnecessary breath, before beginning to walk out of the evidence room. Hank didn't shift off the glass wall as Connor walked past him, but before he made it up the stairs he stopped.
"Like I said before, Lieutenant." Connor spoke trying his hardest to calm the unauthorized quivering in his voice module, "That man, the victim, was in no means handsome to me, and while I do not enjoy the company of your car or the coffee machine , I enjoyed the company of you. Well, I thought I did. Get some rest, Lieutenant, I will be late tomorrow, I am clearly in the need a system reset."
"You aren't" Hank mumbled to himself, as he listened to Connor's gentle footsteps disappear up the stairs. He threw his head back into the glass causing a clang to echo throughout the room, "The fuck are you doing, Hank."
"Good morning, Lieutenant." Hank huffed at the morning greetings as he walked past the android without a second glance.
It had been a rough night for Hank. He spent most of the night sitting on the floor complaining to Sumo about how he was too old to be feeling like this. Not that he was admitting that he was feeling anything. He fell in his chair with a thud and fell onto his desk allowing his head to fall into his arms as he just wanted to rest his eyes for a moment. A couple minutes later, Hank glanced up through his eyelashes to see Connor typing away at the computer.
"I thought you said you were going to be later." Hank spoke, his voice sounding more tense than he wanted. He probably should grab some coffee before they really start the day, "For a system reset, or something?"
Connor looked up from his computer and slightly tilted his head to the side, "I did, Lieutenant. I was three hours later than usual this morning," He looked back to his computer and continued typing, "You did not notice because you were four hours later yourself." Hank was thrown back at the slight hostility that he heard in Connor's voice. He must have been hearing things, there was no way that Connor actually reset himself. Was there? Yet the blank stare in the brown eyes had Hank very convinced.
"I received the copy of the security tapes that I requested." Connor stated in a matter-of-fact tone. The same tone he used all the time when he first met Hank; it absolutely drove Hank up the wall. It wasn't filled with the emotion that he had grown fond of.
"Yeah, so what?" Hank leaned back in his chair and threw his feet up on his desk crossing them at his ankles. If they were going to act like strangers, then Hank could play along; it is what he needed all along. Just strangers. Not partners. Not friends. Definitely not lovers. Just a Lieutenant and the Android sent by Cyberlife.
"So," Connor copied before sending over the files to Hank's computer. The computer lit up with light as a video popped up; it was the footage from inside of the club, right above the front door. "The android that was angry at the bar, was the android that arrived with the victim. It is a PL700 model."
"Quick question for ya, tin can." Hank questioned carefully observing the reactions from the android in front of him. Just as he thought, there was none, just the famous head tilt. "Is that model designed with a dick?"
"I don't see how that is appropriate or pertains to the case." Connor stated, his head pulling back in slight shock and disgust.
"But it is." Hank stated putting his feet on the ground and stood up to walk around the side of the desk so he was standing in front of Connor, "Because if it could have sex with its owner, Jason, then maybe it went deviant and began feeling romantic feelings for Jason. Then when he saw Jason dancing with you," He pointed a finger at Connor before continuing, "Then he might have felt threatened, jealous, and enraged. He thought he was special and it turns out he was just a play thing..."
Hank looked down at the ground as he heard his own voice drop down into a more serious and personal tone. With a sigh, he threw his hands in the air, "But its just a theory." With that said, Hank turned his back on Connor and made his way over to the break room in the precinct. He really needed a coffee, maybe some with a little whiskey in it, if he was going to deal with a brand new Connor all over again.
"Why did you drag me back to this club, again?" Hank groaned seeing the neon lights come into view; it wasn't as bright as it was that night because of the daylight sun.
Memories filled his mind from the night that has plagued his dreams every night since. His mind was flooded with all of the emotions that had filled him throughout that night; his face heated up in anger and then a light flush covered the angry red as he remembered how soft the android's lips had been. How sweet his words were as they wrapped around his heart and dragged him onto the dance floor. He even felt his heart stutter as he remembered the exact moment Connor had told Hank to lower him back to the ground; the exact moment his mind remember that it was all just an act that the android had planned. The way his hands grasped Hank's shoulders in want, or if the gasps of lust were real.
"We need to ask the bartender if he recognizes these five androids from the photo." Connor stiffy spoke as he walked past Hank and towards the club. Hank sighed following the cold Android. He just wished they could go back, even if it was back in the beginning before he knew how his heart would feel, "just because you felt you acted in a regrettable fashion does not mean the investigation will be halted."
The statement caused Hank's feet to falter and he glared at the back of the android's head, "Hey, I never said I regretted that night."
"You never needed to." Connor spoke without turning around to look at the man, "your actions spoke loud enough."
His mouth fell open as if he wanted to speak as he watched the android walk away leaving him standing alone in the road. It was official, he had fucked up and there was no way his heart was going to allow him to try and pretend any longer. He wasn't sure exactly how he felt, but there was something filling up his heart causing it to become so heavy that it was sinking to his stomach. His mouth became as dry as his cigarettes and no words could be mustered.
A moment after Connor had entered the club, Hank's legs finally responded to his wants, and he followed suit. Hank let out a gruff sigh as he pushed opened the doors and maybe it was good for him to return. Without the lights and music, without the sweet smell and velvet soft touch of the man he dreamed about, the club seemed to lose its magic. The lovely memory seemed to be corrupted by the cold nature of Connor and the dim crumbling walls of the club.
"Oh it's you two again," The bartender yelled across the club as he was wiping down the bar, "You know the club isn't opened till later in the night." Hank hadn't really moved from the front door as he watched Connor walk up to the bar with his shoulders held tall and confidence flowing off of him.
"We are not here for the dancing." Connor spoke smoothly as he ran his fingers gently along the wooden bar, "We are here from the DPD, we are investigating four murders that we believe are connected to this club." Connor glanced up from the bar and stared into the bartender's eyes.
"Wait, there is no way you guys are cops." The man dropped the rag and leaned onto his elbows getting closer to Connor. Hank felt his left eye twitch as a pang of jealousy shot through his body; he took this opportunity to begin walking towards the bar. The bartender saw Hank growing closer in the corner of his eyes and leaned back from Connor, "You guys were here the other night dancing.
"We were undercover. I could never. " Connor spoke in a robotic voice that caused Hank to sigh. No emotion was there, there was nothing that was similar to the man who was gripping Hank as if his life was depending on it. Hank threw himself onto a stool and he almost debated getting a drink. "I would never date a coworker. It is against protocols."
"Nah," The bartender shook his head laughing, "There is no way that was acting. Y'all were too into it." He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at the two as if he was daring them to change his mind.
Connor simply shrugged at the comment, "He hates androids anyways so…" Hank lifted his head and looked up at Connor through the grey strands of hair; the android made no attempt to look at Hank and all he could do was rummage through the inside of his coat for his badge.
He threw the badge on the bar and just watched the amusement fall from the bartender's face, "So people, people who came here, are actually dead?" The bartender leaned against the large wall of booze and put his hand over his mouth.
"I know this is hard to hear," Hank finally spoke as he reached out to grab his badge off of the counter. "But we could use your help."
The man grabbed his jaw pretty hard before rubbing his stubble, "Yeah, anything. Just tell me what you need. The name is Jacob, by the way." Hank nodded and gave the young man a smile. He seemed like he was a good lad; his hair was in thick dreads that were piled up in a large bun on the top of his head. His jaw was covered in a light beard and his caramel eyes were filled with fear and sorrow.
"We need you to just look at some photos and let us know if you know anything about these androids." With that said Hank gestured for Connor, who had been quietly watching the conversation, to show Jacob the photographs that were taken from Connor's memory, or the recording.
Connor quickly laid out a couple of photographs on the counter. One of them was the victim and what they assumed to be his android, and the murderer walking into the club. The other was of the four androids walking up to the first one at the bar. The third was all of the androids talking together and the last one was all of the androids walking out of the club with the victim. Jacob picked up each photograph and looked at them all going over each and every detail.
"Wait, that one isn't an android." Jacob stated quizzically as he placed the one photograph down and pointed to Jason who had his arms wrapped around the mysterious android when they first walked in.
"Yes, he is now deceased." Connor spoke without tact causing Hank to shoot him a look; Connor ignored the look and continued talking to the man, "His body was found yesterday. Adding to the body count making it a total of four."
"Wait…" Jacob stammered as his eyes grew wide and his heart was going a million miles a minute, "You are saying that four people had their last moments here?"
Hank had opened his mouth to speak, but Connor had beaten him to the punch, "precisely, we have other photographs if you would kindly…"
His sentence was cut short by Hank slapping him in the back of the head. While his head did move nor did he feel the pain, he did feel the pressure. Connor turned towards Hank with his face scrunched up in confusion.
"You really gotta be that much of a dick, don't ya?" Hank sneered at the Android who's LED was spinning yellow as he tried to replay what he did wrong. Hank turned back to the bartender while glancing at Connor in the corner of his eye, "I am sorry about that, it is a new prototype that has still not learned tact yet."
"No, it's okay." Jacob put his hand on his chest as if he was trying to calm his breathing, "it's just a lot to process at once, ya know?"
"No, I understand." Hank gave him a small smile and reached his hand out and tapped the top of the counter as if to console him. Hank noticed that Connor was staring at them with his face pulled up in what Hank would describe as annoyance, but the android was probably just processing what was going on.
"It's quite a scene seeing a group of androids together," Jacob said picking up the photograph once more, "Very unusual, but I didn't interact with them very much since they can't eat or drink so." The guy let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his head.
"It's okay, any information you can tell us would be helpful," Hank said his tone dropping a little bit; thinking this lead was going to be a dead end. It was obvious the bartender wouldn't pay them much mind, they were androids, no reason to pay them any attention.
"But I can tell you the one with the blonde hair was the one that was talking the most." Jacob pointed down at the photo of the group of androids talking against the bar. "It seemed pretty hostile."
"What do you mean?" Connor finally spoke up, his LED back to the normal blue as he stared intensely at the bartender.
"It just was very aggressive, as if he was egging the guy on." Jacob stood up straight and grabbed his rag once again, "he was just saying shit like he doesn't love you and doesn't that make you mad ?"
"Do you think they were talking about the victim?" Connor raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and pointed to the photo with the victim in it.
Jacob glanced down at the photo for a second before noded, "Definitely. Although I think they called him Jason. He was dancing with another android, I believe and that is why the blonde dude was being so hostile."
"And how did the victim's android react?" Connor pushed now leaning on the counter with his one elbow.
"How do you think he'd react?" Jacob chuckled, "Well, you may not know." He said gesturing to Connor, "but he sure knows how he felt. The android got angry, the man he loved was dancing with someone else." Jacob used quotations around the word, "An Android with feelings, yeah, hard to forget."
"Well thank you for all your help, if there is anything else you remember, give me a call." Hank nodded his head before reaching in his pocket for a card. He threw the business card on the counter before getting up to walk away.
"Wait, Lieutenant," Connor spoke, the words coming out more like a whine. Hank shook his head, he must have imagined it along with the feeling it gave his dick.
"We are done here, Connor." Hank threw one shoulder knowing that Connor was more likely to listen if Hank used his name.
"Have a good day, and Lieutenant?" Jacob called out; Hank turned around and saw the giant smirk on Jacob's face while he was still cleaning the counter, "Take care of your little android there," gesturing to Connor, who was now standing beside Hank, "because there were many others who would."
Hank's face twisted up in disgust and anger as he stormed out of the club. Not before flipping off the bartender earning him a deep chuckle from the man.
"Lieutenant?" Connor questioned standing right next to Hank who was lighting up a cigarette before they left.
"What?" Hank mumbled struggling to light the cigarette with the high winds whipping around them. The cigarette was hanging out of his lips as he tried time his lighter and the wind again but the flame wouldn't last.
Connor stepped right next to the Lieutenant so that their shoulders were slightly touching. Allowing his body to block most of the wind. The teasing feeling of Connor being so close caused the older man to freeze up, making it even easier for the android to steal the lighter from his hands.
"What did the bartender mean by others would take care of me ?" Connor questioned innocently staring into Hank as he leaned in to cover the cigarette before expertly lighting it.
Their lips were only inches apart and Hank couldn't help but to stare at Connor's perfectly sculpted lips. The ones he knew were soft. Out of instinct, Hank went to move in closer, just one more taste and then he would be done. But, before he could, a quick wink from the android caused Hank's heart to stop for a moment. He gasped causing a large amount of smoke to invade his lungs.
He swore that he heard the android chuckle as it walked away, leaving Hank standing outside alone, choking on his cigarette and pride.
Hank sighed as he looked at the glowing pink neon sign reflecting off of the glass; he couldn't believe he was sitting here. He just sat in his car for a moment trying to make up his mind if he had the balls to even get out of the car. It was crazy, he tried to convince himself that this was silly, but in all reality, he needed to know. He was tired of the emotions that were bubbling up inside of him. He has been so empty for so long, the lightness in him was terrifying and he refused to allow it to change his life. Plus, who would even choose him?
He pulled his hair back into a small ponytail at the base of his neck. Quickly pushing himself out of the car, he headed towards the overly showboating building before he could talk himself out of it. Hank rubbed the bridge of his nose remembering how close Connor had been this morning; his innocent brown eyes just pouring into Hank's. Their lips just inches apart, only a flimsy cigarette separating them; it had only been the sharp intake of smoke that shook Hank out of the android's powerful spell. He had shoved the android off of him before quickly getting into the car. Or at least, that is what he was trying to tell him, but in reality, the android had gotten him to move in for the kiss before leaving him alone. It was at that moment that Hank decided he couldn't deal with it anymore.
Sexiest Androids in Town, rang through the lobby as Hank made his way through. He passed through the small hallway showcasing each model, each beautiful in their own ways, but he kept his head down and popped his collar up, trying his hardest not to make eye contact with anyone. He knew why he was here, he didn't need to look around. He went straight into the room illuminated by blue lights and male dancers. It wasn't the first time he was here, but he had only been here for police business.
He glanced around the room until he found the model he was looking for. Hank all but ran to the model before scanning his surroundings; he quickly put his hand against the hand scanner and bought more than enough time than he needed. No one else was in this room, as most were captivated by the glitter skinned beauties in the red room. Hank quickly confirmed his purchase, hoping no one would notice him there. The last thing he needed was someone realizing that he was from the DPD. He would like to keep this his own personal secret.
"Well, hello honey," a deep voice and a soft hand on his shoulder caused Hank's spine to instantly straighten up. The hand danced around Hank's shoulders pulling him closer. Hank turned his head to see a pair of bright innocent brown eyes staring up at him. The soft innocent features caused the older man's heart to skip a beat; it seems like pretending won't be that hard. "let me show you to our room." The beautiful android grabbed Hank's hand to lead them away, but something didn't feel right.
Hank refused to budge, "Wait," he mumbled reaching into his pocket. The man tilted his head causing a smile to form on Hank's face. The copy was very similar, yet not completely there; Hank needed something else. He pulled out a small recording device, feeling a little guilty and like an old pervert as he held the small device next to the man's ear. A familiar voice spilled from the device, Hank gulped awaiting the android's response. "Could you?"
"Why, of course, Lieutenant ."