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"Good morning Lieutenant Anderson," Hazel chimed from the kitchen. The air smelled of sweet pancakes and savory bacon. She turned away from the stove with one of her signature smiles. "I haven't quite figured out what you like the most besides O'Mansley Donuts. I don't know how to make donuts but I'll try to make some for you."

"Hazel, Hazel, Hazel…why are you doing this?" Hank asked rubbing the side of his face. It was 8:19am, too early in the morning for any of this. She cocked her head to the left blinking frequently as she processed his question.

"Lieutenant?" Hazel questioned. She looked back at her pancake on the skillet, it wasn't quite ready for flipping.

"I don't need you to be a maid alright?" Hank grunted entering the kitchen. She had cleaned up again washing all the dirty dishes, the countertops and table. "When the hell do you find time for all of this?"

"But you're letting me stay, it's the lea…"

"Hazel how many times do I need to tell you not to do this? And how the fuck are you getting to and from the store?" Hank demanded. Hazel's eyes grew large and her skin paled. She stared at Hank in disbelief.

"Taxi," she answered blinking blankly at Hank.

"Connor," Hank grunted. Hazel shuffled her feet forward leaning forward as if she was going to interject.

"He's still sleeping. Connor was fitful all night. I was able to convince him to sit in the chair and sleep instead of standing next to the record player," Hazel replied. "Pancakes? Do you like eggs?" She opened the fridge grabbing a carton of a dozen eggs. Peering inside the fridge Hank sighed seeing it neat orderly and clean.

"Eggs are fine," Hank ruffled his hair in frustration, "…HAZEL, stop doing stuff like this! I thought you didn't want to be a housewife or maid or whatever the hell you said!?" She placed the carton on the countertop. Her hazel brown eyes peered off into the distance Hank had a point. Mechanically she flipped the pancake as her program processed the reasons why she was doing all of this.

"I…don't," she stammered. She bit her lip anxiously tapping a finger on the countertop. Moving to the sink she washed her hands even though her hands were clean. She stared out the window the silence between her and Hank suffocating her of any happy thoughts. The tinkling of Sumo's dog collar was the only solace she had. Hank's eyes were burning into the back of her skull, she felt like he was judging her and every movement she made.

Hank demanded, "Then why the hell are you doing this?!"

"Because…I feel indebted to you!" she blurted out. "You let me stay without having to pay rent…it's the least I can do." Her cheeks turned an apple red.

"Hazel…." He sighed, "Connie, is there anything still cooking?"

"Just this pancake," she muttered pointing at the pan. "I still need to make your eggs."

"Finish it, and then I want to talk to you in the garage," Hank answered. She nodded flipping over the pancake. She heard the door to the garage open and close. Sighing she removed the pancake from the pan placing it on a plate. She had worked so hard on getting the presentation just right as well as timing breakfast to be done when statistically Hank would get up. She turned off the stove before shuffling quietly to the garage door. Connor was still asleep in the arm chair, his head tilted down and his LED pulsing a familiar light blue. She carefully opened the door to the garage shutting it just as carefully behind her.

"You…wanted to talk to me?"

"What are you running from?" demanded Hank.

"I…I don't know what you're talking about," she whimpered her eyes shifting to the floor.

"The way you talk about some of your time in San Francisco, you're running from something."

"N-No." Her shoulders crumbled unconvincingly. She couldn't even look him in the eye.

"Fuck, Connie don't lie to me," Hank grumbled.

"I was badly damaged okay!" she blurted out. "I-I…almost di-ied." She wiped tears from her eyes. "Before I left…I was badly damaged. I was apart of a Red Ice Task Force…we were taking out a drug kingpin. I begged them not to do it; they said they were short staffed. They said I had to! …They partnered me up with my first partner again. And I was captured because he thought that my disobedience deserved punishment. Practically threw me to them, thought it was for the best. Obviously…they quickly figured out what I was, and they tortured me…almost destroyed me. I was rescued and taken to CyberLife SF just before I-I…" She trembled wiping tears from her eyes. "CyberLife offered me a position here with the DPD, I took it and left as fast as I could."

"What about this second partner?" Hank asked.

"We were really close. She was like a helpful older sister. She tried so hard to get me some type of justice, but to no avail. She was devastated that I left …she yelled at me for not saying goodbye. They weren't going to do anything to him…They weren't even going to cite him for damaged equipment…I had to Lieutenant. I had to leave. I really loved the people there…besides him and the police chief who decided he was a good cop…and that Androids…are well I'm sure you know the story. I miss my friends, but I'd rather be away from that toxic situation. I'm sorry Lieutenant Anderson," The Android continually wiped tears from her eyes, "this is incredibly unprofessional."

Hank sighed, "Come here." He opened his arms to her. She shook her head wiping her tears from her eyes. Her body trembled uncontrollably. Hank approached pulling her into a hug. "It's going to be okay, you're safe now. You don't have to be afraid. I'm really sorry you had to go through with all of that. I'm sorry for bring up such painful memories." He pulled her head into his neck as she burst into sobs. "It's okay, you're going to be okay." She nodded against Hank clinging to him. Hank allowed the minutes to pass as she calmed down. Pulling away Hank pat the top of her head, "go wash your face okay?"

'Okay," she whispered.

"Thanks for breakfast, you don't have to go out of your way to do that alright?" She nodded her eyes focused on the ground. "Okay, go wash your face." She dragged herself into the house; Connor was still asleep in the chair. It was unlike him to sleep this late. She went into the bathroom washing her face with cold water, she didn't have to, her face wouldn't get puffy like a human's but Lt. Anderson had asked her to do so. Coming out of the bathroom, Connor was up playing with Sumo. Sumo held on to one end of a tug toy while Connor had the other.

"Good morning Hazel! Did you sleep well?" he asked. He looked at her face expecting her bright cheery smile only to find a sad scowl. Connor's small smile faded. Sumo yanked the toy away from him.

"Ye-Yeah," she answered. She felt the tears swelling in her eyes. Hazel stared at the front door trying to prevent herself from crying. Sumo approached Connor thrusting the toy against his leg.

"Hazel?" Connor asked. Placing his hand on top of Sumo's head Connor gave it a few quick pats.

"I'm fine," she whispered. She wiped a tear from her left eye. Connor stared puzzled. He cocked his head to the right observing her every move.

"If you need any assistance, I'm here," Connor answered. A quick smile flashed before her scowl resumed.

"I'm okay, thank you," she whispered.

"I rewarmed the food, you should eat before we head to the office," Connor answered.

"I ate earlier, I'm fine," Hazel replied. "I'm going to sit on the couch."

"Connor," Hank called. Connor watched her sit down her back circling uncomfortably as she stared at her hands. "Connor!" Slowly Connor left the chair going to Hank at the table. "Go give her a hug. She's a little down today." Connor nodded leaving Hank. Connor watched Hazel wipe her tears away. She smiled through her tears.

"Would you like a hug?" Connor asked sitting next to her. Abruptly he stood up. Hazel didn't even move an inch seemingly stuck in an infinite loop of sadness. "I'm sorry, I should have asked if I could join you. May I join you?" She nodded. Connor eased himself down next to her. "Is everything alright?" Hazel nodded again. "Would you like a hug?" Hazel nodded for a third time. Carefully Connor wrapped his arms around her. He leaned in not knowing what to do next. "It's going to be okay."

"I know," she whispered. Her arms slithered around Connor's midsection laying her head on Connor's shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

"Not right now," she answered. "But I will talk about it, I promise you." Connor sat stiffly on the couch. She wouldn't let go and he loved every terrifying minute of it. Her touch was so gentle unlike his mechanical grip around her. Blood pumped through his body at an alarming rate it made him feel anxious about his systems overloading. Connor craned his neck to look at her face. Her eyes were closed, a calm expression overcoming her. He smile back, he was causing her to feel this way.

"I-I want you to know that I'll always be there for you," Connor whispered into her hair. She nodded in return, a soft nod, he barely felt it on his shoulder. After a few minutes Connor felt Hazel leaning further into him. "Hazel?" he asked gently. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had slowed.

"Lean back so she can sleep on you," Hank suggested. "Just be careful not to wake her up." Connor looked to Hank pleadingly. The older man shrugged playfully giving a playful wink to his partner. "I'm gonna get dressed and then we'll head out."

"Okay Hank," Connor replied. Connor heard the bathroom door close and the shower start. Connor slowly leaned back holding on to Hazel. She slept peacefully against Connor. He felt her pull herself closer. Connor tightened his grip, a foolish smile coming to his lips. Was this what it was like to be in love? It was foolish thought like his smile, these were all irrational instructions, Androids weren't supposed to love. Yet…Connor was a deviant, so some of these thoughts must have been normal. Connor closed his eyes his body melding into the couch cushions. Connor never noticed how comfortable the couch was; the cushions were soft but firm, perfect for a bed.

"They want us to talk to the Callies," Hazel mustered her eyes flying open. Connor had just received the case information as well, his LED flashing yellow.

"Hazel?" he asked his eyes fluttering open. Hazel pushed herself off of Connor quickly fixing her hair and clothes. She craned her neck as she looked behind her for the old grumbling man. Her head whipped around to the kitchen, only to find Sumo resting near his dog bowl.

"Is Lt. Anderson ready?" she asked.

"Are you feeling better?" Connor asked in return. She flinched her back stiffening. "I…I didn't mean to…"

"Yes, thanks to you. Thank you…for uh…being a…well you know…" she stammered her brown skin flushing red. Her hazel brown eyes looked at the floor sheepishly.

"No…I don't," Connor answered his heart pounding hard in his chest. His mind went blank; there was no instruction that could give him any idea what she meant. Connor's LED pulsed yellow, it was agonizing as she mulled over how to explain her feelings.

"A…" she stammered.

"Connor, Hazel, you two ready?" Hank asked as he left his bedroom. Connor was surprised; he hadn't heard Hank leave the bathroom now that he thought about it. He actually hadn't thought about much besides Hazel.

"Captain Fowler wants us to go directly to the Callies'. Gavin will meet us there," Connor replied. Hazel got up from the couch walking over to Sumo. The dog raised its head Hazel stooping down to pet him. He let out a slight whimper as her soft touch went over his head.

"Alright, and where do they live?" Hank asked.

"In Rochester Hills."

"Fuck that's like an hour drive especially in this traffic," Hank groaned. "Come on, we need to get going." Hazel gave Sumo another pat on the top of the head. She smiled loving at the gentle giant. She loved spending time with him, it was the best part of the day for her. "Hazel, let's go."

"Coming Lieutenant!" she quickly bounced away from the dog springing her way to the open front door. Hank called out his usual "be a good dog" to Sumo before locking up the home. Connor was waiting patiently by the car, yearning for another hugging session with Hazel. It really relaxed him in a way he had never experienced. The car rid was agonizingly quiet, Hazel was preoccupied with observing her surroundings, Connor was preoccupied observing Hazel and Hank, Hank suffocated the silence with Knights of the Black Death.

"This is Rochester Hills?" Hazel asked finally breaking the silence. She was in awe of the large stately homes as Hank's car cruised down the smoothly paved streets. The streets were damp from a recent rain shower, adding a pristine and sparkling effect as the sun cast light on each home. Hank stopped at a white fenced driveway. A little screen on the far right, Hank pulled up as close as he could so it wasn't a hassle reaching the buttons. Hank's voice went silent in Hazel's mind as she stared up the driveway at the home. It was also painted in a clean white.

"The really nice part of it," Hank answered Hazel tuning back in. The car jerked forward as the fence slowly started to open. Hank must have been impatient to get this over and down with. The car took off smoothly up the driveway.

"We're meeting Gavin there correct?" Hazel asked.

"Yeah, don't think the asshole needs to be here because he doesn't know subtlety even if it hit him in the face," Hank grumbled.

"Lt. Anderson," Hazel sighed.

"He's an asshole and you know it," Hank snapped.

"Ye-Yes but," Hazel whined.

"We're here," Hank announced. The home was massive, Hazel couldn't keep her jaw off the floor. There were 54 windows in view, and they glistened in the rapidly fading sunshine. Granite pavers lead up to the door on a gentle incline, to a bright red door that popped against the white exterior. Hank shut off the car, stepping out. The rain was starting up again but Hank really didn't mind. Connor got out next before moving the seat to allow Hazel out next. Connor offered her his hand and with one her tender smiles she allowed him to help her out of the car.

"Baby Girl!" Gavin announced wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug. "I'm sure you missed me." Hazel grumbled as she tried to force her 'affectionate' partner off of her.

"Hardly, what's with you?"

"Just wanted to keep you in one place while I take your temperature," Gavin chuckled placing his hand on her forehead. "You're still a bit warm but nothing like last night. I see my soup worked wonders."

"Can you please let me go, we're supposed to be investigating you oaf," she whined. Gavin's arms just tightened around her, his cheek rubbing against hers. "I thought you enjoyed being an arrogant jerk? Not some lovey-dovey mess!"

"If it annoys you than I'm doing my job."

"I really mean it Gavin!"

"I'm investigating your…hey HEY," Connor had yanked him off. Connor threw him back, Gavin stumbling backwards a few steps. Connor knew he didn't have to be so forceful but Connor couldn't take another second of seeing Gavin caress her. The male Android felt a burning passion pumping through his veins, he never wanted to see Gavin do that again.

"I'm sorry," Connor began, "but Hazel is correct, sexually assault Hazel isn't in your job description." Gavin curled a fist with his right hand. Fucking Android always getting in the way.

"Will you guys stop acting like kids and follow me?" Hank snapped.

"Shut the fuck up Hank," Gavin snapped. Gavin glared at Connor who was surprisingly glaring back. He'd have to deal with Connor later. Hazel had already joined Hank near the front door.

"Nice house," Gavin remarked his eyes scanning over the home.

"It has 8 bedrooms 7.5 baths owned by Everly and Emmanuel Callie," Connor replied. Gavin shot a death glare at Connor.

"Eight car garage, bet they have horses out back," Gavin chuckled. They were soon greeted by a black male AP700. He was dressed in a custom all white butler's uniform with all the familiar Android "embellishments".

"May I help you?" he asked.

"Hi I'm Lieutenant Anderson, this is Detective Reed, Detective Allen and Connor. We're here to see The Callies," Hank introduced.

"Mr. Callie is not in, but Mrs. Callie will see you," the Android replied. He showed them into the home. Hazel looked around in awe; they were better off financially than the Thompsons. They encountered other Androids, dressed in the immaculate white clothing, matching the white interiors of the homes. Yet each and every one of them was a pop of color, against the monotonous interior. Hazel wrung her fingers, each one stood out against the house interior, just like her.

"Mrs. Callie," the Android introduced taking the police officers into a living room of sorts. A glass fireplace burned on the far right wall and a woman clad in a red dress with a plunging neckline lounged on a white lounge chair in the center of the room. Three arm chairs and a loveseat, all white, surrounded her in an awkward circle as if the woman arranged the chairs that way so she'd always be the center of attention.

"You must be the boys and lady who are here about my Android, Alise," the woman purred. Connor ran a quick analysis of the woman, she was Everly Callie, age 39, unemployed. She had bleached platinum blonde hair, brown sparking eyes adorned with thick false lashes, and plump ruby lips. She stood out from the rest of the room that was utterly gorgeous but also unremarkable.

"I'm Lt. Hank Anderson, this is Det. Gavin Reed and Det. Hazel Allen, and lastly this is Connor. Before she committed suicide we discovered that she was registered to you," Hank answered.

Mrs. Callie laughed, "Androids don't commit suicide. They self-destruct everyone knows that. Sit down boys, and we can have a chat about my dear Alise." Casually she motioned for the officers to come closer. Hank sat in the love seat, he knew Gavin would make a mad dash for it to sit next to Hazel.

"Det. Allen is no man," Connor retaliated. Gavin shot another glare at Connor, typical Android stating the obvious.

"Connor was it? Aren't you a fabulous looking specimen? She can sit, but strong women should really carry themselves shouldn't they?" Hazel took an uncomfortable sit next to Hank. Connor stood behind Hazel gathering in all the available data he could take in from the room.

"When did you report Alise missing?" Hank asked.

"About six months ago. She's rather old…one of the first AX400s on the market. We would have gotten rid of her if the children didn't love her so much. One day she was out in the backyard with the children, when a young strapping gentleman came up asking if I'd sell her. Of course I refused the children would have had a fit, and when he left I heard the children screaming from outside. When I went to look I saw two other fine gentleman running off with my Alise. It seemed like she had been deactivated. I reported her missing that day."

"I know it's been a few months, but would you mind if we have a look around?" Hank asked. "May we ask your Androids a few questions?"

"Sure it's a 15 acre estate, there are a lot of Androids, I can have George assemble them." She rang a small bell. A few seconds later the Android from before reappeared. "Can you gather all the Androids together, I know they all have a lot of work to do, but it's very important."

"I'll gather them in the wine cellar," George answered. His LED blinked yellow before switching back to blue.

"Excellent choice, perhaps we can share a drink Mr. Rugged," Mrs. Callie purred locking eyes with Gavin. The woman played with her necklace as her eyes canvased Gavin.

"You're too kind," Gavin chuckled he smiled uncomfortably as he watched the woman mentally undress him.

"Hazel, Connor, why don't you two question the Androids?" Hank suggested.

"Yes Lieutenant," they said almost in unison. Hazel got up from her chair. The android approached his owner.

"Aren't you two just adorable? Like a pair of tin soldiers, no offense to you darlin'," Mrs. Callie cooed. "Follow my George outside. We'll be with you shortly." The Android bent over whispering into his owner's ear. "Actually, I'm sorry to inform you that my husband wants you guys to have a warrant to continue."

"Thank you for answering our questions Mrs. Callie. We'll see ourselves out," Hank replied easing himself up out his chair. Hazel quickly followed suit observing the home trying to find anything out of the ordinary that would cause Mrs. Callie to react that way. Hank and Connor headed to the door, as Gavin stretched in his chair. Hazel eyed the man wondering what he was waiting for.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Hazel mustered with a sweet smile.

"Don't let those boys ever take advantage of you. You're a strong young woman, I can feel it when I look at you," Mrs. Callie purred. Hazel blushed nodding a quick yes before briskly following after Hank. The older gray man was outside leaning against his old black car. Connor stood next to him, his mouth moving as if he was explaining something to his partner and friend. Hazel cautiously approached not wanting to spoil the moment.

"Let's wait for Gavin," Hank grunted. Connor's eyed his pretty partner; her sad behavior had been replaced with her "default" happy one. He smiled softly; Connor felt a sense of pride swell in his chest. His smile faded quickly as Gavin shovied Connor aside so Gavin could join stand directly next to Hazel. "Gavin."

"Fucker was in the way," Gavin growled.

"Don't know if a judge will give us a warrant right now but I'll have Hazel start the affidavit," sighed Hank.

"Great, Rookies love paperwork," Gavin chuckled. Hazel's lips pursed, she'd do her best to ignore him. "Lunch Rookie? Can't work on an empty stomach."

"I'll pass," Hazel answered casually.

"Come on," Gavin chuckled.

"Not today," Hazel replied.

"Gonna visit Tina before heading back to the station. See you guys there," Gavin grumbled. "You still have a mild fever Baby Girl, you should take this time to rest." The detective didn't wait for her to answer rushing off to his car.