Chapter 9/10: Amaranthine

"What, you don't find this a bit weird?" - Craig Adler

...in which Gavin turns to his ex for help and Nines returns home.

A/N: Amaranthine = immortal/unfading.

GAVIN

~ MAY 19TH, 2040 * PM 01:22 ~

"Gav, hey. Didn't expect to hear from you again. The Feds told me not to engage."

Gavin sighed. "'Course they did."

"Disappointed?"

"I don't know what kinda bullshit they spewed, so yeah, I'd prefer to tell you myself."

"I'm all ears."

Not long ago, reaching out to his ex for help would never have crossed his mind. Yet Gavin wasn't one to avoid getting in touch with contacts that could prove useful. Craig had been out of the game for a long time, but you could never fully escape the red ice business. It followed you your entire life. Naturally, that could be both a good and a bad thing.

So Gavin explained. "My partner's been captured and I've been removed from the case. Dick Perkins is convinced I'm 'too involved' and cut me off. Jackass probably forgot the entire situation with my old man I solved a couple years back."

"I... shit. They definitely work on a need-to-know basis. All I heard was that you were out of the picture."

"I know better than to try my luck against these guys when I don't have a fucking superweapon biting at my heels," he lied.

"That's it? No protest? Giving up doesn't sound like the Gav I know."

"If the plastic prick you dated just shot you, you'd do the same," he replied, putting on an act to lead the Andronikovs' astray if they were listening in. "In no way is that thing worth everything I've worked for just 'cause he was good with his mouth. A year doesn't mean jack shit compared to the week I'm gonna spend in stitches. I don't get paid enough for this."

There was a brief silence on the other end and Craig shortly knew what he was doing.

"Sorry to hear that."

"You still in Moscow?"

"All thanks to the Feds holding a metaphorical gun to my head. Why? I told you I didn't want anything to do with this and now the entire fucking red ice trade surely wants my head."

Although they were both putting on an act, it was clear that there was truth in it.

Craig was scared.

"Things might be fucked right now, but they'll hook you up with a new ID. I'm leaving today. Still... I wanna see you. Can we meet?"

They had made a backup plan in case shit hit the fan and they needed to meet up in person. Agreed on a couple of conversations for different scenarios working as a safe word. Communications over the phone was a risky move and Gavin didn't want to put his ex into more danger than he had to. Craig had loved ones, too. He also valued his own life.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he replied, playing along. "That android might be a dick, but a hookup isn't gonna help."

"Don't tell me what to do. Yes or no? I don't have the patience for a fucking therapy lesson."

More silence.

"Where to?"

"Let me know where you are and I'll drive over."

"Right. Okay. I'll send you a text. See you soon, Gav."

So he hung up.

Eleanor entered the room, one hand palming the door. "All set?"

"Yeah. Find someplace safe, okay?" he replied, pocketing the phone. Gavin got his feet moving and grabbed his keys. "Craig might be able to use his contacts to come up with something."

The text came on his way downstairs to the lobby. A ten-minute drive. Coffee shop. He was nothing but thankful Craig was willing to go behind the FBI's back in order to help him. That Gavin and Nines dated, he didn't know, but what he did know was that Gavin never let down a partner. Craig also knew that he wasn't one to roll over and submit. Even with Nines out of the picture, Gavin would do whatever he could to solve this even if it meant dying in the process. Not a single one of his cases had remained unsolved and he planned to keep it that way.

~ MAY 19TH, 2040 * PM 01:35 ~

Having to park a couple of blocks away from where he'd be meeting with Craig, Gavin had to walk the remaining distance. He found him inside chatting with the owner. Gavin approached, gaining his attention, Craig's back straightening.

"Took your sweet time getting here."

The comment would usually be flagged off as lighthearted banter, but there was a darkness to it. Almost hostility. The reason why was obvious. Craig knew he had most likely ended up on the Andronikovs' dead pool with his involvement, and as per human nature, it was easier to blame the easier target. Said easier target was Gavin and he got the brunt of this one. Craig wasn't the type that lashed out in anger as he did. Not the type that spoke his mind like Nines. Craig was the type to keep it barred in and give the cold shoulder.

Gavin let out a scoff. "Fuck you, too."

"The usual?" he deadpanned, gesturing to the counter. "On me."

"Won't say 'no' to that."

Ordering two coffees, Craig handed one over. It would take a few minutes to get back to the car, but they couldn't discuss business yet in fear of being overheard. They might've broken up ages ago, but Gavin didn't hate the guy. Far from it. Frankly, they worked well platonically as well and he missed that friendship. He got a chance to experience that during the time Nines was with the SWAT. Were the circumstances different, this entire conversation would feel far lighter. The silence was unnerving.

"So what's new?" Gavin asked, following up with a tease. "No reason we can't hang out unless you still got the hots for me."

"Don't flatter yourself. In case you forgot already, it was a mutual understanding, me taking the first step," he said, a mild smirk on his lips. Gavin mirrored a half-hearted one before taking a sip. Amber eyes falling to the floor, Craig paused before resuming his thought process. He knew damn well Gavin was trying to distract himself. "I, uh... started my own business. Training firm."

"Detroit?"

"Originally stationed there, but we're expanding. Got experience with management, so it's not like it's anything scary. We're doing well. Selling equipment, too, so if you need anything... let me know. You still into muay thai?"

"A bit," he replied, nodding. "Most of the training I do these days is sparring centered. Krav Maga."

"Big change."

"No shit. My partner gave me an earful 'bout it. Called my technique awful."

Craig lifted the cup to his mouth. "Always did remind me of a pit bull."

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?"

"Seeing a target and going straight for it? Head first. Without assessment."

"Fuck off," he said, but there was no bite in it. "Better than assessing for days and missing an opportunity -"

"Hey," Craig interrupted, spinning on his heel and beginning to back his body. Gavin had clearly struck a nerve considering his change in his mostly indifferent demeanor. "That happened once."

Regardless, he pushed. "Lost a job offer, didn't you?"

"It was a big decision. Big undertaking. Fuck, I still had my dad's fight club to manage. You know I suck at multitasking."

"If you'd taken it, chances are you wouldn't've ended up in jail in the first place."

"...and if I'd taken it, chances are I wouldn't've been able to help for this case," he replied, gesturing to him. Craig turned his back to him and kept walking a few steps ahead. He didn't slow down. "Silver lining. Maybe shit happens for a reason. Fuck if I know."

Having had enough of Craig's passive-aggressiveness, Gavin grabbed his arm and forced him to face him.

It put a strain on his abdomen that he chose to avoid.

Couldn't hide how his jaw clenched, however.

"I get it. You didn't choose to get involved with these people. Your old man did. Now his actions have come back to kick you in the ass and your loved ones are on the line. I'd be pissed, too. The fuck do you think I spent all my life pushing people away, huh?" Gavin resumed walking. "You took a risk helping us out in hope to save thousands - if not millions - and if it's not clear enough already, I admire you for that."

Craig was quick to throw blame, yes, but he was also quick to realize his faults. The guilt was obvious. He refused to hold his eye, shifting, and then came the apology.

"I'm sorry, I -"

"I get it. You didn't choose to get involved with these people. Your old man did. Now his actions have come back to kick you in the ass and your loved ones are on the line. I'd be pissed, too. I am pissed. The fuck do you think I spent all my life pushing people away, huh?" Gavin resumed walking. "You took a risk helping us out in hope to save thousands - if not millions - and if it's not clear enough already, I admire you for that."

Amber eyes narrowed. "Seriously?" he said, appearing offended as he followed. "It's like you're talking to a kid right now. I know what I walked into. I don't need you to coddle me, Gav."

"Then stop acting like it."

Pressing his lips together, Craig didn't answer.

Not before long, they approached the car.

"Where are we going, anyway?" he asked, resulting in Gavin pulling up the backseat door. Craig arched an unimpressed brow. "Really?"

"Fucking hell, it's not like it's the first time we've done it in the car," he replied, grimacing. Gavin grasped his jacket and dragged him towards himself, again ignoring the pain, getting seated. "Move your ass, and fuck, easy on the abdomen. I'm still recovering."

Craig entered, shutting the door. "Jesus Christ..."

"The fuck is your problem?"

"What, you don't find this a bit weird?"

"It'd be weird if someone's dick was inside someone."

"Fine. Fill me in," Craig replied, before closing his eyes shut. "Bad choice of words. So what part of your story was legit?"

"Everything except Nines not being worth the rescue."

"The android?" he asked, propping a hand and forearm on separate thighs. "I haven't exactly been getting any updates, so I need info."

"Reason the Andronikovs have kept the business going is that they capture living androids, reset, and sell 'em off, either in parts or whole," Gavin said, realization dawning on the features before him. Pressing his back to the closed door behind him, Gavin kicked up a foot onto the seat and rested his arm atop of it. "Thought they'd do the same to Nines at first, but he's too valuable."

"Rare model?"

"Only RK900 that exists. CyberLife's most advanced. He was designed for combat and leadership."

Looking down, Craig nodded. "Fuck. They'd definitely wanna abuse that. I've interacted with their goons on a couple occasions."

"I figured. That aside, they reset his memories. Part of him is still in there as he managed to get in contact with me and Eleanor somehow, but I don't know to what extent... so trying to give him instructions is out of the picture. The odds aren't exactly stacked in my favor with a corporation like this, so I need your help. Make some calls. I realize you've been out of the red ice trade for a long time, and one of the most notorious drug lords is on your ass, but you've still got contacts. Probably more of 'em are trying to get out like you did."

He took a moment to think it over.

"I'm owed a couple favors, but I can't make any promises. Especially now. I'm at a limit, Gav. Any interaction with me would surely brand 'em all as narcs in case they were found out."

"Try. That's all I'm asking."

Craig let out a heavy sigh. "Right," he said, reaching into his own back pocket and taking out a small notebook. A pen followed. "Give me two hours. I know that's asking a lot, but I can't pull miracles outta my ass." He ripped out a page and started writing something down. "Both of us know communicating via phone is fucking stupid, so I'll give you an address." With that, Craig slapped it onto Gavin's chest and repeated himself. "Two hours. Meet me there. I'll let you know if anything changes."

"'Bout time you returned the favor and saved my ass."

"Saving your boyfriend's ass," he corrected, Gavin giving him the suspicious side-eye. Craig smirked. "Please. Your eyes speaks volumes when you talk about him. I'd know 'cause you used to look at me like that."

"Laugh it up, Adler," he deadpanned, chin rising. "Thanks. Seriously." Gavin grabbed his jacket just as he was about to exit the car. "Hold up." Pulling his fingers through Craig's hair, he ruffled it, amber eyes rolling before Craig leveled him with a critical look. Gavin lightly kicked his shin and grinned. "Now get the fuck off me."

~ MAY 19TH, 2040 * PM 07:55 ~

Seated in a stakeout car fully dressed in an Andronikov Industries soldier uniform - one with the number of the guard he was going to impersonate if necessary that Craig had provided him with - Gavin was overlooking the building he was shortly going to enter.

When a suitcase arrived at the motel door, he didn't know what to expect, only opening when Eleanor deemed it safe. It proved itself to be two electronic devices closely resembling the earpiece that Eleanor used at the DPD. He'd found them blinking, and once injected, Craig's voice had been heard on the other end. Informed him how he'd made some calls and made their meetup unnecessary as said earpieces had an encrypted channel. One that would take a couple days for the most advanced IT android to decrypt. Thus it was deemed safe.

According to Craig's intel, the Andronikovs had been doing test runs of Nines' programming with no luck. Older models didn't possess enough processing power. Regardless, Craig was sure they would be able to find a workaround. Gavin, known to use humor in even the direst situations, joked about how he was unaware that androids could run a Windows Vista compatibility pack.

Craig was unimpressed.

Nines' programming was indeed incompatible with older models, but it was doable, enough to cause damage. There had been a power shortage around 07:00 p.m. and Craig suspected they had transferred said programming to a mainframe strong enough to hold it. The good part about it was that the mainframe had to be strong enough, and thus was stationary, not portable. Said power shortage gave them a location - an Andronikov Industries warehouse - and they narrowed down Nines' location because of it. Craig could get him in.

As the Andronikovs weren't in the best financial state at the time, destroying said mainframe would be a major setback, the cost of repairs being out of their budget. So Gavin had a bargaining chip.

Regardless, there was always a catch.

Said catch was that Nines' memories were most likely stored within. More than anything, he wanted to know how Nines felt about all this. If he was willing to lose his memories in order to return home at this point in time. For all they knew, maybe there was another way that would allow said memories to remain intact. Eleanor was confident that Nines would understand. Gavin was, too. That didn't ease his concerns.

"Hey, Craig, mind going over the plan again?"

He could practically see him frown over the comm. "That really necessary?"

"Just humor me, dipshit."

Only then did Craig pick up on the fact that he was trying to distract himself.

"Pay attention to when the guard leaves and you'll have a small window to get in before the next guard takes his place. Find the mainframe they've stored your partner's programming, give Mikhail a call informing him of your location, and threaten to blow the thing up unless he gives you the android. He'll cave as they don't have enough funds at the time to repair it."

"...and Eleanor has the Feds on speed dial when I find it?"

"Yes. Incompetent as they may be, they've got numbers and firepower, and you have to give it to them that they've proven they're capable of keeping an attack under wraps as they did with Jericho way back when."

He took a moment before responding.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it," he replied, falling into a pause. "You doing all right?"

Gavin puffed a laugh. "Seriously?"

"Back in 2025, I remember you telling me stakeouts without a partner to bitch to made you stir crazy," he replied, Gavin remaining quiet. He couldn't deny it. Although it certainly wasn't the first time, he'd gotten used to having Nines there, talking to or just listening to music together. "I might not be there physically, but the comm works just fine. I can tell something's up. Talk to me, Gav. Maybe it'll help."

"That or make it worse."

"The offer's there, okay?"

Opening his mouth to call it off, he was only to close it back shut.

So he spoke his mind. "We both know chances are that mainframe has his memories, too. Being willing to destroy 'em in order to get him home is his choice, not mine, and I've got no fucking right to decide that for him."

"In any other circumstance, I'd agree, but national security is at play. Holding you accountable for that is a dick move. I'd be pissed had it happened to me, but fuck, I'd understand," he replied, not being wrong. Nines could be a dick, yes, but he wasn't petty. Gavin knew that and yet he was concerned for some reason. "Don't wanna play Devil's Advocate, but you sure your moral reasoning isn't just an excuse?"

Confusion furrowed Gavin's brows. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"His memories. You're in 'em, Gav. I wouldn't be surprised if your insecure ass is convinced you can't win him over again."

...and there was the truth.

"In other words, I'm being a selfish prick," he deadpanned, before sarcasm followed. "Thanks again."

"I don't doubt the moral stuff is part of it, but I think the core is about you. Not him," he replied, Gavin's lips pressing into a thin line. "Doesn't change that there's a silver lining to all this."

"Which is?" he humored him, appearing uninterested.

"You've never been fond of androids, so if my suspicions are correct, you treated him like shit in the beginning. He's undoubtedly seen the worst of you. If he looked past all that, and still fell hard, you guys are gonna be just fine," he said, all of Gavin's doubts erased with that single addition. "We dated for over two years. I know how insufferable you can be. It's not pretty."

Nines had seen the worst of him, he knew that, and yet he stood by him. If anything, Gavin had a better chance at winning him over when starting fresh. Then again, there was something undeniably sexy about the hostility between them.

"Ever considered dropping the training firm and take up psychology?"

Craig puffed a laugh. "Not a chance. It's different when you've known the guy for a while. I can't read strangers for the life of me."

"Forgot 'bout that. Someone could sexually harass you and you'd still be clueless. A thing of beauty."

"Okay, yeah, fuck you."

There was no bite in it.

Not before long, there was movement by the door. Gavin perked up.

"I've got something."

"Let me know when you find the mainframe."

After waiting a couple of minutes to be safe, he grabbed the door handle. The helmet was equipped before he pushed it open. He'd brought a small bomb for backup in case he was disarmed.

Albeit being in the middle of May, it was as if a chill went down the length of his spine. He was brought back to those three years when he didn't have a partner. There had been instances of him working together with Hank, as well as other officers, but ninety percent of his cases were his to solve alone. Eyes shifting, he made sure no one was around before he set course for the entrance. The mainframe wasn't far, but anything could happen in the few minutes it would take getting there. Especially in the middle of a drug operation.

It wasn't one of their more known buildings, and thus, security seemed sparser. He injected a keycard and a wave of relief washed over him as it clicked open. Quick on his feet, he entered, presented with a long hallway. The distance of said doorway made it impossible to determine sound coming from the other end. Having no time to lose, he set a straight course.

Not until he reached the near end did he face his first obstacle. Footsteps. Cursing internally, he shot a gaze over his shoulder to find someplace to hide only to turn up empty-handed.

If it wasn't for him taking contact with Connor over the encrypted comm, he wouldn't have had the voice box he had recorded in his helmet. Neither would he have the intel on what kind of mannerisms said guy he was impersonating had. The way he spoke. The way he walked. Still, he didn't want to take any chances. At the time, however, he didn't have much of a choice. So he kept walking. When the guy spun around the corner, Gavin hoped for the best, maintaining his pace.

He immediately saw him. "Brad, hey, thought your shift just ended."

"Forgot my keys. Keep an eye on the entrance, yeah? Kyle still hadn't shown up by the time I returned."

"...and you're leaving?"

"Oh, come the fuck on. He'll be here any minute. I don't get paid enough to wait around after my shift's over."

The guy chortled. "Ain't that the truth? Don't worry, man. I'm just fucking with you. Boss is gonna kick your ass if he finds out, but hey, that's your prerogative," he said, giving Gavin's shoulder a friendly punch as he passed him. "I'm on my break, so you owe me. Big time."

"Yeah, yeah. Catch you later."

Over his shoulder, the guy flipped him the bird.

Gavin had to physically prevent himself from breathing a sigh of relief as they parted ways.

Thanks for the voice box, Con.

Resuming his walk, he pulled up his phone. Gavin made extra sure it was on 'silent' before accessing the GPS one of Craig's contacts had provided him with. One that would take him straight to the control room. It was a couple of floors down, the lower levels, so he took the stairs. The last thing he wanted was to be trapped in an elevator and potentially be forced into small-talk. Much to his relief, getting to the door was uneventful. He pulled out his high-access key card and shoved it into the slot. It clicked, and the door opened, Gavin nearly freezing up at the sight.

The room was huge. Vast. Rows on each side with booths not unlike the CyberLife warehouse where Connor started a deviant chain-reaction with those AP700s. This warehouse, however, was empty. The huge machinery in the middle could be nothing but the mainframe. Again looking down on his phone, it led him straight over to its spot, and he knew he'd located it.

"Found the mainframe," he said, pulling out his pistol. "Let El know, yeah?"

"Keep your comm online... and be careful, Gav. This plan isn't exactly foolproof."

"I know," he muttered, having accepted all the possible outcomes. Either he would leave with Nines today or end up dead. There was no other alternative. He made sure his gun was loaded and gave Mikhail a call. "Just get Nines out."

One beep. Two beeps. Anxiety crept up at every beat.

Then Mikhail picked up.

"Mr. Reed. What a pleasant surprise. I would assume you were clever enough to be a long way from Russia by now."

Gavin scowled. "Think again, dipshit. I'm here to make a deal. You're a businessman, yeah?"

"I doubt you have anything to offer, but you have my respect for pulling such a stunt, so I will humor you."

"The mainframe. I'm looking at it right now," he replied, heart hammering in his chest. There was silence on the other end. Either Mikhail was several steps ahead, or he was concerned, him hoping the latter. "As it turns out, I know some people - people that were owed favors - and here we are. I know you can't afford shit right now and the repairs are gonna cost billions. Would be a shame if something happened to this thing." Gavin fell into a pause. "Fuck, you know where I am. Head on over. Bring the android or I'm taking the shot."

Hanging up, Gavin took whatever moments he had to calm his nerves. He'd been indifferent to death his entire life, but lately, he'd known for sure that he had someone that would mourn him if he went.

A few minutes later, the door whooshed open, and Mikhail stepped forward. A team at his back. Among them was Nines, expression mostly deadpan, but he could've sworn there was concern there. As if part of him was aware of what was happening and he was trying to keep a straight face. Gavin held his eye, if only for a moment, before Mikhail gained his full attention.

Gavin was the first to speak.

"Would you look at that? I'm surprised you didn't bring your own plastic pet, too," he said, referring to Iris. Gavin kept his gun directed at the mainframe. With Nines in close proximity, he was concerned for his safety even now, but he remained professional. Didn't let emotions cloud his judgment. "In case you haven't realized, I know 'bout your RK200." Mikhail's eyes narrowed further at his comment. "Might wanna teach her to keep her fucking mouth shut 'bout who she really is."

Mikhail looked unimpressed. "All the more reason to kill you right where you stand."

The assault rifles were directed his way.

"I wouldn't do that were I you, champ."

"...and why is that?"

"That bomb right there," he replied, tilting his head in the direction of the device. "It's monitored to my heartbeat. I go, it goes. It's pretty simple." Unless his eyes were betraying him, there was uncertainty. Doubts. "All I want is my partner." Mikhail, however, simply chuckled. The nonchalant reaction nearly had him hesitate. "What's so funny, jackass?"

"If you believe we do not have backup of that data, it is clear you have not done your research," he said, Gavin's blood running cold. Calm, calculated, Mikhail reached for the gun in his holster and directed it his way. "It appears as if you have nothing to bargain with, Mr. Reed."

After the brief short-circuit of his brain, Gavin recollected himself. Studied Mikhail further. What he discovered was amusing.

He was bullshitting.

Gavin smirked. "No offense, but I can tell you're full of shit."

"Is that right?" he challenged, eyes narrowed to slits.

"If you need more reasons than that one to turn yourself in, I'm happy to oblige," he said with the mocking doe-eyes, gestured to himself with his free hand. "I had an android friend schedule a message to CyberLife about your daughter. Only I can stop it from sending." He watched in joy as Mikhail's jaw drew tight. "Nines was at the mercy of CyberLife's brutality in tracking him down. They nearly succeeded. She's an RK200 - inferior in every way - being no match for 'em. You're not winning this one."

In any other situation, he would've put a bullet in that computer and take the fall. The sacrifice. Even if it meant simply denying the inevitable. Yet Nines was another piece of the chess game to consider. If they had his programming in a mainframe, Nines would no longer be useful to them, and nothing prevented them from destroying him after.

"I'll take that chance," Mikhail said, cocking the gun as he stepped forward.

So he valued Iris' life above Nines' programming after all. Nevertheless, he never got the chance to pull the trigger.

Much to his shock, Iris appeared in the doorway.

"Wait!" she said, stepping inside. Mikhail kept his focus on Gavin with the gun yet raised. "He's not a threat to you, father. The FBI would surely step back after all the casualties they suffered. Killing him wouldn't solve anything."

"A threat to me, no... but he is a threat to you. A loose end."

"I don't want this."

"What is one more body to the pile?"

"Because I made a promise not to have him harmed," she replied, pointing to Nines. "A promise to him."

Face falling, Gavin looked to him. The last thing Nines did before they wiped his memory was to make sure Gavin was all right. He had accepted that they would be successful, was probably terrified, and yet Gavin was his first priority. For all he knew, Nines might've given himself up to keep him safe. It wouldn't be the first time.

What happened next was a blur.

In a swift movement, a hand was around Iris' throat. Nines yanked her back against his chest and a gasp escaped her as she made an attempt to pry lithe fingers away. Mikhail stepped forward only to barge into a halt as Nines' gun was directed at him.

Nines glared. "One more step and I'll snap her neck."

"N... Nines," she begged, eyed wide with fear.

"You," Mikhail demanded, his voice enraged and shocked altogether. "How?! RK900 #313 248 317 - 87. Deactivate!"

Nothing.

"Surely you already know deactivation codes don't work on deviants," he replied, leaving Gavin standing there bewildered. Unable to think. Nines narrowed his eyes. "It's a mere order. An order a deviant isn't enforced to follow. I'm sure you can connect the dots." He squeezed harder around Iris' throat enough for a simple flick of his wrist to do the deed. "Now, step aside."

LED flickering yellow, it wasn't long before the door was kicked open. The FBI entered with Perkins at the helm. Next to him was Eleanor, behind him several soldiers with raised weapons, the SWAT team pushing forward.

Perkins was as deadpan as always. "You people should learn to give up while you're ahead. Lock 'em up. We're done here."

Being outnumbered two to one, Mikhail had no choice but to submit.

NINES

~ MAY 19TH, 2040 * PM 08:10 ~

"Give me a moment," Nines said, addressing the agent just about to apprehend Iris. He stepped aside. "I had no intention of hurting you."

She appeared startled. On-guard. Yet, when Nines spoke those words, nothing but understanding was present in emerald hue. She wrapped her own arms around herself.

"No need to explain yourself to me, Nines," she replied, a slight smile present on her lips. It was clear she had made her peace with all of this. "I admit I underestimated Curti - sorry, Gavin's - dedication to you. I see now how much he cares." Her gaze averted briefly before meeting his again with a curious look. "Where is he?"

Pocketing his hands, Nines let his own scan the room. Gavin was indeed nowhere to be seen. Undoubtedly, he'd gone outside to take a smoke. Clear his head. Much had occurred the past few minutes and it was a lot to take in. It was obvious that Nines' messages hadn't been received properly and thus Gavin had been in the dark about his actions this whole time. If anything, Nines felt guilty, as Gavin most definitely would've been concerned for his safety. Nines knew he had a lot to explain and he intended to do just that.

"I'll find him later. Meanwhile, I'll put in a good word for you. Reduce your sentence if possible."

Iris smiled sadly. "That won't be necessary. I need to be held accountable for my wrongdoings regardless of how 'kept in the dark' I might've seemed. I know my father has done horrible things. I also know that I've assisted him by my own volition. I'm not splintering that," she replied, Nines unable to deny it. "Not to mention that I have nowhere to go."

For a moment, Nines just looked.

"Are you certain?"

"Definitely," she replied, her chin rising. The same confidence she was known for adorned her features. "Don't worry about me, Nines."

Gesturing the agent over again with a tilt of his head, he approached, Iris willingly extending her wrists. Mikhail had already been escorted outside. Clicking the handcuffs on her, Nines watched as they took her away, shortly falling into their steps. The FBI had cleared the building and he had made sure to provide them with the documents he'd retrieved while being in the Andronikovs' clutches.

It wasn't long before he found Gavin. Just as he thought, he stood leaned up against a wall, the back of his left foot pressed flat against it. He was watching agents put Mikhail into one of the cars with a drained look on his face. The bags under his eyes were more prominent. Clearly, he hadn't been sleeping well. The guilt came back in full knowing what he'd been exposing the most important person in his life to for the past few days. That was exactly what Nines had been trying to avoid.

Taking a deep, unnecessary breath - the action coming naturally - he dragged his feet towards him. Better rip off the Band-Aid as quickly as possible. Only when he was a few feet from him did Gavin react to his presence.

Nines' heart broke as he did.

When close, Gavin's hand shot up as a defense mechanism, taking a step back. A gesture to prevent him from coming any closer. It was a reflex, and yet, the uncertainty was apparent in dark grey. Nines barged into an abrupt halt to respect his wishes. The look on Gavin's face, eyes big and lips pressed into a thin line as if on the verge of tears, was too much.

"I suppose I owe you some answers," he muttered, the silence deafening. "My memories were indeed wiped. Nevertheless, CyberLife took quite a few precautions with me. My unit contains several backup reserves, so when one is emptied, another backup simply refills the slot. I tried to tell you, but my messages were corrupted." With that, Gavin's shoulders seemed to de-lock, if only slightly. "Then again... it might also have been for the best. Your reaction was more genuine that way. I'm sorry."

After just looking at him, every second more suffocating than the last, Gavin finally spoke up.

"So you're... you, right?"

Nines couldn't look away. "I was always in control. Made sure the gunshot wasn't fatal. That doesn't make it any more right."

Albeit hesitantly, Gavin lowered his guard. Nines attempted to approach once more, and this time, he allowed it. With the need to keep him close, Nines wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Gavin's own came around his waist. He felt him nuzzle into the crook of his neck, his hand moving up to cup Nines' shoulder, just holding him.

"Thought I'd lost you, tin can," Gavin muttered against his skin, his tone drained. Vulnerable.

It was the kind of vulnerability that he rarely showed anyone and he treasured those rare moments. Nines held onto him even tighter as his brows furrowed in gratitude. He knew that Gavin soon pulling away - trying to regain his pride, clearing his throat, and flagging it all off - was inevitable. There was nothing he could do about that. He eased the jump by switching topics, however, not allowing the dismissal. Said vulnerability was simply a reminder of how much Nines loved him.

"It's going to take more than a drug lord to disrupt me," he said, and with that, Gavin pulled away. Only then did Nines really register what he was wearing. Moving his hands to clasp at Gavin's uniform - looking incredible on him - icy grey intently focused on the fabric. "Especially with my... incredibly hot boyfriend to save me." Nines grimaced. "What, exactly, gave you the right to wear this?"

Gavin smirked. "Like a guy in uniform, huh? Fucking slut," he teased, chin rising in his recently gained confidence. "Still got my beat cop one, so if you want more of this, let me know."

"I plan to hold you to that."

Footsteps approaching, their attention turned towards the sound, Perkins soon standing by their side. He halted and gave them both a critical gaze before stopping on Gavin. Already defensive, the latter folded his arms across his chest, impatience reflected on his face. Halfway expecting to be berated, what occurred was very different.

"I'll admit. I was wrong," Perkins said, his chin rising. "Turns out you're competent enough to handle a case even with personal stakes."

Watching Gavin's brows shooting up, they shared a look as if to confirm if they heard right.

Gavin puffed a laugh. "Would you look at that... maybe there's still hope for you after all, Dick."

"Don't push your luck, Reed," he deadpanned. Gavin's amusement was short-lived. The follow-up made sure of that. "You're in the clear. The same can't be said for your android, however." He watched as Gavin's body froze solid in his peripheral vision, and soon after, Perkins had Nines' gaze pinned. "One of our agents was found dead. Shot at point-blank with Mikhail's personal 9x18mm Makarov." Nines had his eyes averted not to see the reaction next to him. "Wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

It was a leading question. Rhetorical. Perkins already knew the answer. He could see Gavin's gaze briefly drifting his way, Nines refusing to look at him, and he had his answer.

Despite his silence, the way Gavin took a step back to steady himself - fingers carding through his own hair - spoke volumes. Dark grey fell to the floor as Gavin turned his back to them. He was thinking, brainwaves erratic, the act of scanning him unnecessary. He and Gavin had been synced for years and thus he knew the exact pattern of said brainwaves.

"Mikhail forced my hand. Called it 'a sign of good faith' on our partnership. I had to make sure not to blow our cover."

"Oh! Oh... and that makes it fine?!" Gavin snapped, nearly dislocating his neck turning.

Nines remained still. "I never said it was -"

"What the fuck, Nines?!"

"I take full responsibility. It was a selfish decision to keep Gavin, myself, and Eleanor safe. I'm well aware of this."

Perkins' gaze fell to his outstretched limbs. His mouth formed a critical pout. The admission sunk in and he let out a scoff.

"Well, then. Cooperation can get you a long way. That aside, I'm not here to bring you in," he replied, confusion twisting Nines' expression. Gavin's near-identical reaction reassured him he shared the sentiment. "Consider this a one-time favor. Next time you won't be so lucky. Make no mistake... all this wasn't without repercussions. Any chances you had at working for the FBI or SWAT is terminated." Perkins turned on his heel. "I'm expecting a full report early tomorrow."

Once again left to their own devices, they watched as Perkins gestured to his team and got himself seated in one of the cars.

"Go ahead. Lash out. You have every right."

A heavy sigh was heard next to him, regaining his attention, the muscles in Gavin's jaw tight as he finally met his eye.

Gavin glared, and yet, the intensity was lacking. "Give me a couple hours and I'll make sure to kick your ass. Now I'm just... Fuck, I'm just tired," he replied, Nines' face falling. There was no doubt about that. Gavin was drained - exhausted - the way he pressed into the hand Nines cupped his cheek with and closing his eyes the testament of it. "You're such a selfish piece of shit at times, it's insane."

"Another thing we have in common," he said, but there was no bite in it.

Gavin puffed a laugh at that, a lighthearted sound, removing the hand from his face.

"Prick."

"Perkins isn't wrong. How this entire operation was successful is impressive. Especially without the FBI's involvement. Once again, your intelligence blows me away," he said, narrowing his eyes. "How did you manage to get access to a heart-monitored tech? I have no doubt Craig provided you with contacts, but that's high-grade to a fault."

"I didn't. It was a standard bomb. Turns out I'm good at bullshitting," he replied, dull dark grey again meeting his. "All I had was that, my gun, this uniform, a keycard, a decrypted channel, and a voice box Connor recorded. Now your plastic ass is telling me it wasn't even necessary."

Nines arched a brow. "I literally just told you how I tried to get in contact."

"Yeah, yeah. The messages you sent over. I'm still pissed," he replied, grimacing. Pissed because he worried. That addition, however, he kept to himself. Nines expected nothing else. Regardless, seeing Nines' nonchalant reaction seemed to have him reconsider. Gavin's chin tilting up, his eyes turned to the sky before closing. "Fuck... I'm really bad at this 'feelings' thing, aren't I?"

"At least you're trying."

"Clearly not hard enough," he said, Nines' features smoothening out in response. Gavin didn't look at him. "I've been giving you the short end of the stick this entire fucking time because I was too wrapped up in my own problems."

Nines crossed his arms. "The fact that you're willing to admit that shows you give yourself too little credit -"

"Could you fucking stop being a doormat like your brother?" he nearly snapped, palm flat forward. Nines, still his stoic self, only reacted with a surprised blink. Gavin took a step forward and pushed the side of his palm to his own chest. "I fucked up. There's no use denying that. For fuck's sake, you didn't deserve getting dismissed like that. What happened to the guy that called me out when I went outta line? I needed that just like I need it now. Like I always will."

For a moment, Nines just looked at him.

"I've been less defiant with you because I know you've been dealing with something. I didn't want to push you away and thus waited until you were ready to talk. Clearly, my conscious change of personality only made it worse."

"Wait, you knew you were acting weird?"

Nines sighed. "Of course I did," he replied, rolling his eyes. "In all honesty, I'm relieved I can drop the charade. You've been acting like a spoiled brat the past few months and it's been vaguely infuriating. I know you've never been good with emotions, so I gave you time, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to strangle you on more than one occasion."

Stunned, Gavin just stared.

The relieved laugh that escaped him after had Nines feel lighter than ever.

"...and there's the guy I've been dating. Thank fucking god. Don't ever change, Terminator."

"In that case, I'll make sure to remember it next time," he replied, falling into a pause. "I meant what I said earlier, though. You admitting your faults shows growth. Like it or not."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that."

"I know it's a lot to ask from you, but I'd prefer if you simply talked to me if this reoccurs."

He grimaced then, but when Nines' eyes narrowed in the same judging and critical manner, he expelled a breath and averted his eyes. Lips formed a thin line. Not before long, Gavin met his gaze again. Nines stood firm.

Gavin parted his arms with the mocking doe-eyes. "I'll try, all right? Just speak the fuck up next time. Like you always do."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, tiger. Glad to have cleared things up. Let's go home."

Nodding his agreement, Gavin set course for the car.

Nines remained close behind, and shortly, he felt a light pressure on his arm. Icy grey fell to see the hand on his wrist. Instead of grasping said wrist, Gavin's palm traversed lower. The tips of his fingers had Nines' skin retract to reveal the black chassis beneath. They didn't stop walking, however, Nines' features smoothening out as he realized what he was doing.

Much to his surprise, Gavin slipped his hand into his. In public. Nines' features softened.

Gavin was Gavin, however, and he refused any comments. "Shut your fucking mouth," he said, leaving a smug Nines smirking. "Kinda glad to have broken the Detroit monotony despite everything. I'm all for traveling outside of work sometime. You up for that?"

"Definitely."

The grip eased - relaxed - but didn't let go.

"Yeah? In that case, you're gonna need a last name. You sticking with 'Stern' or are you gonna use 'Anderson' like your brother?"

Humming, Nines considered, turning 180 degrees without slowing down as he started backing his body. His free hand moved to cup Gavin's between both of his own. Icy grey focused on his calloused hand, Nines sporting a meaningful look.

Then he looked up and smirked. "I'm holding out for 'Reed'."

A/N: What's this? A teeny-tiny Richard Perkins redemption arc? It's more likely than you think. Guy is a dick, yes, but just like Gavin... he's redeemable. Just like the AI version of Amanda. Just like Todd Williams. Just like Sixty. These guys all have valid reasons for doing what they do and nothing says they can't change for the better. It's all about empathy, folks. Understanding why they do what they do.

...and yes, Gavin and Nines do get married in the future! The proposal can be found in Adapt & Endure. Chances are I'll even write their wedding at some point, but no promises, as I'm not a big fan of wedding fics. Too mushy for my tastes and it simply doesn't fit my characterization of the boys. There is definitely a one-shot bachelor party incoming, though ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The last chapter is a bonus wrapping up the very last plot point of this fic involving Gav.