- NOV 5TH, 2038 -

- PM 11:21:04 -

Connor and I climbed out of the car at the fifth bar we had searched. I was about ready to just walk straight in and kick Hank's ass for being so hard to find. Jimmy's Bar. Cliche name for a cliche place. I felt my gut twist as I smelled the alcohol that swept outside in the constantly opening and closing door. I wiped the rain off my face, I had no idea why the heck it had started raining on the way over here, and quite frankly I was upset that it swept the snow away.

We walked up to the door and I hardly noticed the "No Androids Allowed" sign. I just walked straight in, scanning for Hank's face. When I couldn't find it I turned around to face Connor, only to see him looking at the door curiously before pushing in anyway. I saw the sign and gulped slightly, still keeping the "cop face" on.

As Connor walked through the room I could hear the men whispering. I could see all their heads turn towards the two of us, and I felt something brush against my arm. I looked to see that I had subconsciously leaned closer to Connor. He hadn't noticed, he was probably already scanning faces. I felt my cheeks heat up as I turned back to the room.

"Ooh she's a pretty one."

"Shit, I thought androids weren't allowed in here!"

"The fuck is she doing with the android?"

Connor crossed the bar and disappeared into the hallway. I shrugged, flicking the guy off who was eyeing me as soon as we walked in. I wasn't even trying to make myself look cute, just a pair of pants and a sweatshirt. That was a problem with the guy though, because he stood and got right into my face.

"Such a pretty girl, but with a fiery temper too? Damn boys, I hit the jackpot," He smirked and reached towards me as his friends laughed in the background. My heart was pounding, but I was about to throat punch him when he was yanked from in front of me.

"Get your hands off her," I heard Hank growl. The man's eyes went wide as he scurried off back to his friend. Hank shuffled back to his stool and sat back down. I blinked a couple of times before coming to stand next to Hank.

"Hank-" I started as Connor came back out and stood on the opposite side of Hank.

Connor rolled his shoulders back, obviously trying to be authoritative, "Lieutenant Anderson, my name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife. I looked for you at the station but nobody knew where you were. They said you were probably having a drink nearby. Detective Elsanor and I were lucky to find you at the fifth bar, although I did just pick her up from her house in order to save time in finding you," Connor said happily.

I wasn't surprised when Hank didn't bother looking up at the android, "What do you want?"

"Hank we have a case-" I started, only to be interrupted again by Connor. My cheeks flushed once more, angrily this time. I glared at him, but he didn't notice.

"You and Detective Elsanor were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide," My ears perked up. Homicides were usually gruesome but I loved working on them. They were usually simple. "involving a CyberLife android." Even better. "In accordance to procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators."

I frowned, aren't I help enough? I've been Hank's partner since I joined the force!

"Well, I already have plenty of assistance," Hank grumbled, using his head to point at me. Connor looked at me curiously and I just shrugged. "I especially don't need any from a plastic asshole like you. So be a good lil' robot and get the fuck outta here."

Connor looked back to Hank, "Listen, I think you should stop drinking and come with us. It will make life easier for all of us."

My stomach dropped, Connor is about to get his ass beat! No one could take Hank away from his drinks. No. One. I've tried. It took me an hour to get him away from them.

Hank nodded and took a swig of his drink. My eyebrows arched, That was quick. But he didn't do anything. I looked pointedly at Connor, but he ignored me.

"Hank, come on, don't you love a good homicide?" I asked hopefully. He glared at me, finishing his drink off. Oh, so now I'm getting the silent treatment. Awesome.

"I'm sorry Lieutenant, but I must insist," Connor's face morphed into a glare. My eyebrows shot higher, if that was possible. "My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you."

"You know where you can stick your instructions?" Hank slurred, looking at the android briefly before being handed another drink. Hank chuckled as I looked around the bar to see all the people in there looking over at us. I glared at them all, causing them to look away quickly.

"No... where?"

Hank looked at Connor with what I could only say was a "wtf" face. I giggled, and Hank glared at me before going back to his drink. I sighed, running my hand over my face. The alcohol stench was getting to me and I started to get a headache.

"Nevermind," Hank grumbled, going back to his drink.

I groaned, rubbing my head. I had left my bag in the car, since I knew that if it was stolen I would immediately be alerted and one of my colleagues would be sent out to get it. It had happened multiple times.

"You know what? I'll buy you one for the road. What do you say?" Connor offered. I perked up as Hank considered it. Connor looked at the bartender, "Bartender, the same again, please!"

He seemed surprised as Hank began to talk, "See that, Jim? Wonders of technology... Make it a double."

"Hank!" I said indignantly.

"What? No harm, no foul," Hank mused as the bartender gave him his drink. He threw it back and nearly slammed the glass on the table. I swear I wanted to slap him upside the head. I raised my hand to do so, even. Connor caught it though, raising his eyebrow at me. I sighed, dropping my hand and blushing.

Hank sighed and leaned back, looking to the android, "Did you say homicide?"