Story formerly known as "Beautiful Sense"

"Detective Fox Tenner, twenty-seven years old, graduated from–"

"I know, Connor. I read it too."

"When can we expect her arrival?"
"Three days until the party."

They stood outside the Chicken Feed in the cold January air, Hank downing a hamburger and Connor flipping through Detective Tenner's file.

Since the end of the Revolution, the two had been frequenting the food truck nearly every day around noon. Connor had come to appreciate the routine, despite still being slightly displeased about Hank's poor diet. He would have to bring that up again later, though he doubted it would do much good.

"How long will she be working with us?" He asked, closing the file.

"Fowler didn't say," Hank replied through a mouthful of food. "However long it takes, I guess. Maybe she'll get fed up with us and leave early."

Connor pulled out his quarter and began to fiddle with it as he waited for the lieutenant to finish his lunch. Something about the way the midday sun glanced off the polished surface of the coin held his attention. He tilted and rotated the coin, observing the flashes of reflected light that caught his eyes.

"Knock it off, Connor. You're blinding me with that thing." Hank's voice snapped him out of his focus.

"Sorry, Lieutenant." He apologized as he tucked the coin back in his pocket.

Finished with his meal, Hank crumpled up his trash, tossed it into a nearby bin, and began walking back to where his car was parked at the curb. Connor followed, noting a reflection of sunlight in the passenger's side rear view mirror.

"Do you think there's anything we should do to prepare for Detective Tenner's arrival?" He asked as he climbed into the passenger's seat.

"Hell no." Hank replied. After a moment of consideration he added, "Fowler asked us to make sure the desk across from us was clear. That's it."

"Did Captain Fowler happen to mention what she looks like? There was no picture of her in her file." Connor inquired.

"Nope. You can look her up when we get back to the station."

Short, curly brown hair. Bangs. Dark brown eyes. A few faded scars on her cheeks, probably from teenage years regretfully plagued by acne. Barely noticeable now, however.

"Hm," Hank grunted from behind Connor's shoulder. "Nice-looking girl."

Connor, seated at his desk and staring at his screen, nodded absentmindedly.

"What do you think working with her will be like?" He asked after a moment, as Hank returned to his own desk.

"Guess we'll find out when she gets here," Hank replied. "Fowler mentioned she was 'instrumental' in some android justice cases, but that doesn't really say much about her personality."

"Compassionate."

" . . . sure."

"Did Captain Fowler say how he knew of her? Her file said she doesn't live in Detroit."

"He didn't. Why, are you nervous or something?" Hank quirked an eyebrow, wondering why his partner was so intent on finding out everything there was to know about Detective Tenner.

"No, not nervous. Just . . . intrigued."

" . . . uh-huh."

Connor took one last look at Tenner's picture before closing the window on his computer screen.

The memory of the sunlight bouncing off the surface of his quarter came back to him, though he couldn't understand why.

Hey, it's me again! Back with another short chapter . . . sorry about that. I've been ridiculously busy the last few days and the time I've had to write has been far less than it should be. I plan to upload very frequently though, so hopefully that makes up for it!

Thank you so much to Neil Purling for your review; your words were super encouraging and I very much appreciated it. Especially what you said about Connor always being a perfect gentleman; no better way to describe him exists and that's exactly how I plan to write him. And I love that you called a future run-in between Tenner and Gavin from the very first chapter, because boy, do I already have an awesome scene planned based around exactly that. I honestly can't wait to get to that scene, and your review made me even more excited to write it. XD

One more thing before I go: I've decided to rename this story to "Light Reflected". "Beautiful Sense" was a title I came up with in a hurry, and I wasn't fond of it. "Light Reflected" does and will continue to make a lot more sense.

I think that's all for now! Until next the chapter!