- NOV 6th, 2038 -

- PM 07:55:21 -

To say I was in pain was an understatement. Hank had Connor drive me to the local mini-hospital, just a quick check-in get-out place, and they said I had some bruised ribs and told me I shouldn't be moving too much. I wanted to go grab my stuff from the house, so after we stopped so I could eat dinner, Connor drove me to Hank's.

As we were driving, the radio DJ reported that a new android was working with the DPD, also known as Connor. I giggled, figuring that they would eventually. Connor's LED lit up and started blinking again. He must have gotten another case.

"Connor, I'll be fine for one more case for the night. Trust me," I said, smiling.

"The ice pack you're using says otherwise," He gently reprimanded me, "But I'll let you come."

"Honestly I was going to come anyway," I giggled.

Connor looked at me and attempted a smile, something that only made me laugh harder.

"You stay here while I go get Hank, okay?" Connor asked.

"Oh no, I'm going in," I snatched the keys from the ignition, "I have your only way in."

"Alright, come on."

I left my ice pack on the seat, getting out and walking up to the front door.

As soon as I opened it I recognized the stench of alcohol. Sumo came up and quickly licked my hand, whimpering. I gazed down at him, "What's wrong Sumo?"

I watched as he ran into the kitchen, and I followed him, completely forgetting that Connor was there with me. I saw Hank on the floor and gasped, running forward.

"Shit Hank..." I mumbled, turning him onto his back. His shirt was wrinkled, and his mouth hung open. I heard footsteps come into the kitchen, and I noticed he had a bottle of alcohol next to him. I gently picked it up, placing it on the table, then checked to see if Hank was still breathing.

"He's breathing still," I sighed, sitting back. I noticed a gun and stared at it in horror before picking it up. I put it onto the table, trying to avoid using my left arm (the one I had fallen on earlier).

"It seems that he is in an ethylic coma. I will wake him up really quick," Connor said. I nodded, scooting back so I was next to Sumo. The dog gently rested his enormous head on my lap.

"Lieutenant?" Connor called curiously. He followed this by patting his face gently. "Wake up, Lieutenant!"

Hank groaned and rolled his head.

After Hank didn't wake up, Connor raised his hand and slapped him on the cheek. The smack! rang through the house, and I giggled as Hank woke up, "It's me, Connor!"

Connor took Hank's hand and helped him stand, much to the older man's protests.

"I'm going to sober you up for your own safety," Connor explained, adjusting him. Hank was protesting the whole way up, slurring expletives that would have made Mom slap him again.

"Calm down Hank, he's here to help," I said as they walked past.

"Sumo, attack!" Hank called.

Sumo barked from my lap.

"Good dog," Hank slurred as they turned the corner. After about a minute, the shower started, and I heard the cries of Hank again. I giggled, pulling myself up and walking in to see Connor standing over the tub. Hank was in the tub, sputtering something about how he was going to kill us.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Hank asked, coming to his senses.

"A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. Mae and I were out at dinner when it was reported, and she wanted to come by and grab the rest of her stuff before returning home," Connor explained. Hank looked up at me and I shrugged.

"Jesus, I must be the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own fuckin' android," Hank mumbled, pushing himself out of the tub. He took a heaving breath and looked up at Connor, "Can't you just leave me alone?"

I frowned as Connor replied with something along the lines of the case and its importance.

"I don't give a shit about your goddamn case!" Hank shouted.

"Hank!" I cried, looking at him.

He stood up, "Get the hell outta here! You hear me?" He swayed and Connor reached out to help him sit down again.

"I understand Lieutenant," Connor began, "It probably wasn't interesting anyway..." I tilted my head at him as he began to walk out of the room, "A man found dead in a sex club downtown... Guess they'll have to solve the case without us." The way he teased Hank looked so... human. I found myself smiling at the android's efforts.

"You know, probably wouldn't do me any harm to get some air..." Hank mumbled from the bathtub. "There's some clothes in the bedroom there."

"I'll go get them," Connor said, turning to leave. As he was walking out, I winked at him and put my hand up for a high five. He gently smacked his hand on mine before walking out of the room.

"So, dinner huh?" Hank asked, "I thought androids didn't eat."

"They don't. And Connor wanted to make sure I was fed before I got home," I walked in further, "It didn't mean anything."

Hank leaned over and puked into the toilet, making me tense my shoulders up. I walked quietly out of the room, watching as Connor looked through Hank's closet.

"You know, Hank wouldn't mind something a little more fun," I said, smirking.

"Like what?" Connor asked.

I came up to the closet next to him. Unfortunately, space was small, so I had to press up against the android in order for us both to see in.

"This'll work," I said, pulling out his jacket.

"What else?" Connor asked, gently placing the jacket up on the bed. I could feel his body up against my own, making my face and neck warm. I shook my head, scanning the closet and finding a shirt with tropical flowers on it. I pulled it and a pair of jeans out, passing them to the android.

"Thank you for your help Mae," Connor said, smiling at me.

I smiled back, "Of course Connor."

After Connor dropped the clothes off, he came back out into the living room with me. "Hank has requested exactly five minutes to get dressed, as of 45 seconds ago."

I smiled, "Have you met Sumo?" The dog in question was sitting next to me on the couch, resting his head on my lap. At the mention of his name, Sumo perked up.

"I have not," Connor said, sitting on my other side on the couch. Sumo moved over so that Connor was the one getting his love. Connor's eyes widened at the sight of such a big dog, his LED going red for a second before going yellow.

"It's alright, he won't hurt you. Watch," I reached forward and scratched Sumo behind his ears. The dog shut his eyes and panted.

The android tilted his head, reaching forward to rub the dog's head. At the second hand petting him, the dog's tail started to wag. Connor jumped back, confused.

I giggled, "It's okay, that means he's happy," I looked at the android. He nodded, looking at me for a second before petting Sumo again.

Hank came out a couple of minutes later, but Connor and I hardly noticed in the midst of our conversation about dogs.

"So dogs can be tiny too?" Connor asked innocently.

"Connor you have that big ol' database in your head and you don't know if dogs can be small?" Hank asked. I jumped, looking at the older man. He looked good.

"Nice, Hank," I said, standing up. Connor stood as well, and with that, we were off to The Eden Club.