THE PRECINCT
1:40 PM
Hank rushed into the bullpen, straight past reception. He sat down at his desk to check his terminal. Markus had sent him information on the three deviants. They already had criminal records, so it'd make it easier to get them arrested once they were found. "Fuckin' bastards, beating up my kid.." He muttered, under his breath. "Where the fuck are you.."
He looked at all the information he had on the suspects. Not much. 'There's gotta be a way to find them.. What if they come back to finish him off? What if.. What if they have Connor? What if they kidnapped him!? I need to find him. I need to make sure he's okay..' He changed his mission from: 'find the suspects' to 'find Connor.' He mumbled to himself: "If I were looking for someone and couldn't get to their house, where would I go next..?" He tapped his pen on his desk.
He heard Connor's voice from behind him. He didn't sound great. "I- wo-uld g-o to the-ir workpla-ce. He-nce wh-y I'm he-re."
"Connor! What the hell!?" He turned around. "Don't sneak up on me like tha-" He was silenced upon seeing Connor's injuries.
The deviant was sporting multiple stab wounds to the face, tattered clothes, and a bruise over his left eye. "I-t's not as b-ad as it l-ook-s."
"Bullshit! We're going to the infirmary. Now."
"Re-ally, it-s fin-e.."
"Nope!"
He got up and grabbed Connor by his wrist. "You're coming with me."
INFIRMARY
1:43 PM
It took Hank a good few minutes to drag Connor to the infirmary. Despite being injured, the kid put up quite a fight. 'That's probably how he didn't die from getting mugged by a group of people.. Jesus..'
Dave, the technician* caught sight of Connor pretty quickly. "Wha-"
"I know he doesn't work here, his name is Connor, and he was mugged." Hank interrupted him.
"Exactly what I was about to ask."
"You can help him, right?"
"It's my job, so hopefully." He gestured towards the table thing. "Please take a seat, Connor."
Connor hesitated. He looked at Hank with the same look Cole had given him on his first doctor's appointment. It brought forth his paternal instincts that had long since been buried by alcohol consumption and.. The lack of a son.
"It's okay, he's gonna help you."
"Ok-ay.." He limped over to the table thing and sat down on it.
2:13 PM
The two former partners were in Hank's car, driving home. Connor had bandages wrapped around his wounds, and was wearing a DPD hoodie instead of his ruined blazer and dress shirt. Hank had clocked out early to drive him home.
"So, where's your place, kid?"
Connor looked a bit cautious. He'd have to choose his words carefully, in order not to worry Hank. "Erm.. Well.."
"Well, what?"
"I don't.. Live anywhere." He replied, unable to think of a way to dance around the issue in time.
"I can see why you were so beat up.." He changed direction, heading toward his house. "You'll have somewhere to go soon enough, don't worry."
Connor was sort of oblivious to what Hank meant, and decided not to question it. He knew whatever Hank had in mind was for the best.
A/N: Some terms in this chapter, and the future chapters are inspired by WayWardWonderer's DBH fanfics, their handle is in the summary of this story. Check them out, they're a great writer!
