For what was probably the first time in history, a heart wrenching tragedy had turned into one of the funniest things Hank had ever seen. And that was Connor, all three feet nine inches of him, trying and failing to get into his desk chair.

Connor had realized almost immediately that he would be unable to just sit down so he had tried pulling himself onto the seat with his arms. His underefficiant artificial muscles couldn't lift him all the way, resulting in the chair spinning in a lazy circle as his small, uncoordinated legs kicked outward in a very undignified manner.

The small android set himself back on the ground and sent a glare in Hank's direction as he didn't ever try to hide his laughter. "It's not funny, Lieutenant," Connor complained.

"It is from where I'm sitting," Hank argued.

Connor shot him another glare that ended up looking more like a pout and Hank laughed again. Determined, Connor lowered the seat of his chair, puting it to the lowest setting and now within range to climb into. He pulled himself up and sat, only then realizing the seat was now too low for him to be able to reach the desk. With a frustrated sigh, Connor stood up, reaching for the keyboard in an attempt to start working.

The shift in balance caused the chair to roll backwards. It shot out from beneath Connor, causing him to pitch forward, head narrowly missing a collision with the desk as he landed in a heap on the floor.

"You ok over there?" Hank asked, concern being the only thing preventing another fit of laughter.

"Yes, I am undamaged," Connor responded with a disgruntled tone.

Hank took pity on him, standing from his own desk and retrieving the wayward office chair as Connor picked himself up off of the floor. "Here," he said. "I think your dignity has taken enough of a beating. Let me help."

Connor begrudgingly accepted the assistance. Hank held the chair steady so he could climb back up, then raised it to its highest setting once the android was settled. "Thank you," Connor said, relieved that he was finally able to reach his terminal.

"No problem," Hank said with a small chuckle. He gave Connor a short pat on the shoulder before turning to head back to his desk. He stopped when he heard the android let out another small frustrated cry. "What's the problem now?" He asked.

Connor had his hand resting against the keyboard like he normally did, but his artificial skin was still in place. "I can't interface," he lamented.

"At all?" Hank clarified.

"No," Connor said. "It appears that this body wasn't built with that capability."

Hank chuckled, and ruffled Connor's hair. "Looks like someone's gonna finally need to learn how to type."

Connor looked up at him annoyed at both the comment and the gesture. "I know how to type, Hank. Interfacing is just far more efficient."

Damn, if Connor was using his first name at work, he really must be agitated, Hank observed. He smiled down at him sympathetically. "There's nothing efficient about being a kid, Connor."

"I suspect you are right about that." Connor reached for the keyboard again and began to type. His small fingers stumbling over the too-large keys and slowing him down to a near human rate.

Hank shook his head in amusement over the tiny workaholic. Maybe this would finally get him to slow the fuck down for a change. "You'll be alright, kid," he said, patting his head once again before turning back to his desk.

He only made it a couple of steps before he caught the eye of a very confused Captain Fowler. In the span of about five seconds, Hank witnessed the man take in what he was seeing and flip through various emotions ranging from anger to bewilderment. Predictably, anger was the one he landed on. "Anderson! My office, now."

"Guess it was too much to ask not having to explain this to Jeffery," Hank commented. "Come on, if I'm getting yelled at, so are you."

Connor protested, having only just figured out his chair situation, but Hank wasn't having any of it. He pulled the chair away from the desk leaving the android no option other than getting down and going with him. He trailed after the Lieutenant by a couple of steps as they made their way to the office.

The door didn't even have time to close before Captain Fowler was speaking. "What the hell, Hank? This isn't a daycare. What the fu-" he cut off, noticing Connor had followed him into the office. "What are you doing with a kid here? Where the hell-heck did he even come from?"

Jeffery trying to censor himself in front of the kid had to be the second funniest thing he had seen all day.

"It's alright, Captain. You can swear, I don't mind," Connor said, clearly trying, but ultimately failing, to be helpful.

Fowler looked back to Hank, confusion winning out over anger in his expression. "Hank, what?" was all he said.

Hank couldn't help but chuckle at the whole situation. "Come on Jeffery. It's only been a few days. Don't tell me you don't remember Connor."

"Connor?" The Captain repeated. "What the f-. What are you talking about? Connor died in the line of duty."

Hank shrugged, an insensitive gesture had the situation been different. "Yeah, but it didn't take."

"It didn't...what?" His face scrunched as the vague explanation did nothing to ease his confusion. "The fu- the heck Hank? What are you..?" He really looked at Connor for the first time. He took in the large brown eyes and the lock of hair that was always falling into his face, realizing the familiarity of it all. "No, you aren't telling me… Connor?"

Connor smiled, pleased to finally be recognized. "I apologize for my appearance, but it is only temporary. In the meantime, I am still capable of resuming the majority of my duties."

Jeffery looked like he needed a drink, or twenty, but there was no mistaking the kid when he talked like that. "How the fuck is that possible?" He questioned, not bothering to hold his tongue any longer.

Hank gave a slight shrug and sent a half smile in Connor's direction. "Do you want the short answer or the long one?"

The Captain sighed and leaned forward resting his forehead on his hand. "Is there a short version?"

"Not really"

His sigh turned into a groan. "Just tell me everything."