- NOV 6th, 2038 -

- 9:56:05 AM -

I had arrived at the station earlier a little more rested than I had been when I left. I had gotten the recommended 8 hours of sleep, and was able to make the kids breakfast before I left. They would be spending the day at Hank's while we were at work, since it was way safer than my house was. Michael had probably brought the Xbox, and the twins had probably brought their toys.

When I got to my desk I saw that someone had put my newly cleaned clothes on my desk. I shoved them in an empty drawer, turning my desktop on and beginning to fill out the paperwork from last night. A hot tea was placed on my desk, and I looked to see Gavin smiling at me before walking back to our little cafe.

Despite what happened, I had to give Gavin credit for what he had been doing to try and make up for what had happened. I broke up with him because I had walked in on him cheating on me. I had told him earlier that day that I wanted to wait until marriage to have... some fun... and I guess he couldn't keep it in his pants. It was here, at the station. I still felt bad for all the other cops who had to witness me lose my shit on the man I once loved. He had been living with me at the time, and moved out quickly. That's when I moved back in with my parents, but they died soon after anyway.

I thanked the man quietly and sipped on my tea. Hank's desk was vacant, which was expected. He had apparently stayed up until everyone was asleep, but he usually slept for longer than I ever do. He'd probably be in soon though.

I heard someone else approaching, and I turned to greet them and nearly spit the tea that was in my mouth out.

Connor was here.

He was alive.

I gulped as he approached, "Detective Mae, I'm sorry for what happened last night." Connor smiled, as if I hadn't watched him die.

He sat down at the extra chair between our desks, "Do you know what time Lieutenant Anderson usually arrives?"

"It usually depends on where he was the night before," I said. "Luckily he came home last night, so we should see him before noon."

Connor stood and walked around, looking at Hank's desk first. I giggled when he tried to listen to Hank's music, which was Knights of the Black Death turned all the way up. Connor pulled the headphones away and looked at me, and I smiled at him, sipping my tea. He continued to look over the desk.

I continued to look over my files, reaching to grab a doughnut that Hank had left yesterday. He loved to get the just-glazed ones.

Hank then walked up, looking nearly dead on his feet.

"Hello Lieutenant. My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by CyberLife" the android said happily.

"God, I saw you get shot in the head last night..." Hank said, face almost as pale as his hair.

"How do you think I handled it?" I asked, sipping my tea again.

"My predecessor was unfortunately destroyed," Connor said in a matter-of-fact way.

Wait, predecessor? Does that mean that this Connor has no memories of what's happened?

"But CyberLife transferred its memory and sent me to replace it," Connor said, "This incident should not affect the investigation. That answers that question.

"Uh, Jesus..." Hank looked at me like I had sent Connor back.

Captain Fowler appeared on the balcony, "Hank! Mae! In my office!" He turned and left.

"Shit, what did we do this time?" I asked, setting my tea down. "You can stay here if you would like to Connor." I hoped he would stay.

"No, it's alright. I shall look around the office, in order to become accustomed to my new work location and not disturb you and Lieutenant Anderson," Connor walked off and I shrugged, following Hank into Fowler's office.

"Hank, Mae... You realize that if this case works out, Connor will be your personal android for cases. He'll be basically copied and given to everyone else as well, in order to be a better station. That way we can solve cases easier," Fowler explained, keeping a low tone. He could tell it was a touchy subject for Hank. I didn't want to say anything that might piss Hank off even more, so I merely nodded.

"This is fucking stupid," Hank muttered, walking out. I began to follow when Fowler asked me to stay.

"What is it?" I asked, turning back around to look at the man.

He gestured for me to sit in one of the chairs, so I did.

"How are your siblings doing?" He asked.

"Vivian is okay, she's been handling freshman year well from what I know. Michael isn't handling middle school well though, he's basically stopped acting the way he used to and it kind of worries me," I said. Fowler nodded, "The twins are behaving better than ever, although Lexi has become a little more violent to get what she wants." I stated.

Fowler nodded, "Is there anything the station can do to help right now?"

"I think our dishwasher is about to break, but that's about it," I said. I hated asking for help, but we needed it.

"Ok, I'll send someone over today. Let me know if anything else arises, okay?" Fowler asked. I nodded and walked out.

Ever since my parents died, the station has been really supportive of my family. Both my parents were cops, and were well liked before they were killed. I already had plans on becoming a cop, but they were launched to new heights when they died.

I came out to see Hank and Connor at his desk, talking quietly and looking over files. Hank saw me and smiled a little, "Speak of the devil. We got a new case."