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Hank knew he was in trouble when Fowler announced that he was going to be involved in an undercover assignment. He hated undercover work. And this one was no different.

What he hated more than anything, was the fact Connor wasn't going with him. The android's LED gave him away, and it needed to be only humans for this assignment. Which meant that Connor couldn't be involved.

And it meant the little shit was going to be on his own in the house for three days. Hank was already dreading what he'd be coming back to.

On the morning of the assignment Connor smiled as he watched the older man kneel down and pet their dog. He could tell Hank was procrastinating, but he didn't have the heart to rush him along. Connor was keeping track of what time Hank absolutely had to go, but he knew the lieutenant would probably be aware himself of the ticking clock.

That, and Connor was going to miss him. He enjoyed the other man's company immensely.

But…that didn't mean Connor wasn't going to take advantage of the time.

Hank looked over and spied the small smirk on Connor's face, groaning openly. They both knew damn well that Connor was going to have a prank waiting for him when he got back; and as much as he enjoyed this game they were playing now, he didn't necessarily want to deal with that fresh off an assignment. Hank knew he'd probably be cranky as fuck when he got back.

"Do you have any idea when you'll be back, Hank?" the android asked as the other man stood up.

He shrugged. "Extraction is meant to be on the Wednesday night, but with all the debriefs and report writing I'll be doing, I doubt I'll be back until Thursday morning. What are you going to be up to in the meantime?"

"The Captain is having me train a new android that is about to be joining the department. She's due to start in a month."

Hank raised an eyebrow. "New android, huh? I'm guessing not a specially designed one like you, then?"

"Correct. She's a former Traci who decided to join the police after waking up. Being an android she passed all the exams effortlessly, but the Captain wants me to give her some advice and prepare her. I imagine it will also be advantageous for her to be familiar with someone in the department before she arrives."

"Hmmm, could be interesting. Reed's face is gonna be a picture when we get another android in the ranks. Just hope he doesn't give her shit."

Connor smiled at him, checking the clock on his display. Hank had two minutes before he had to leave. He then cocked his head at Hank when the older man winced slightly. "Hank?"

"You're not going to have anything too sinister waiting for me when I get back, are you?" And then the damn smirk was back. "Goddammit, why did I have to end up with an android with such a mischievous streak?"

Connor raised an eyebrow. "You started this, Hank." The older man just glared mildly at him. Knowing that time wasn't on their side, Connor walked over and hugged him. Hank chuckled as he wrapped his arms around the android. "Be safe," he whispered softly.

Hank smiled. "Will do, kid. I'll see you soon."

When they parted Hank gave him a lazy wave before going out the door. Connor sighed and allowed himself to accept the fact he wouldn't see Hank for three days, the sudden loneliness a strange sensation.

...Before a massive smile broke out on his face. This was a golden opportunity, and he'd been planning this one for weeks. He laughed as Sumo barked at him, as if sensing Connor was up to something. "Come on, Sumo. We need to buy a few things."

Hank arrived back at the house as the sun was rising on the Thursday morning, and he was absolutely beat. He'd barely got a wink of sleep the whole assignment and he was quite ready to just dive into his bed. After a few drinks first. Despite having been in the police for so many years, sometimes the shit he saw still got to him. He needed to unwind a little before he slept, and Connor had messaged him to say he was needed as part of a surveillance team, so he wasn't there. Hank was disappointed, he'd been looking forward to seeing him.

On weary legs he opened the front door and ambled through to the kitchen, giving Sumo a half-hearted pat on the way past. The dog followed him through and barked at him, causing Hank to wince. "Easy, boy. Don't really want to be dealing with loud noises right now." Sumo whined at him and Hank rolled his eyes as he gave the hound a more energetic reception. Now satisfied, the large dog wandered back through to the living room while Hank opened up the top cupboard for some whiskey.

And then…he was suddenly coughing like crazy as a powder hit him in the face.

He sneezed as some of it got up his nose and spluttered, trying to get the mystery substance out of his mouth. "What the fuck?!" he exclaimed. Hank shook his head before looking down at himself, discovering that he was now completely white. An involuntary taste from what remained in his mouth confirmed his suspicion. "Why the fuck am I covered in flour?!"

Hank turned to look at the cupboard again and glared as he saw the trap Connor had set: a bowl of flour had been mounted to the shelf and rigged to tip via a piece of string attached to the door. "That fucking brat…I'm gonna kill him. This is going to be a fucking nightmare to clean!" He scowled at the mess on the floor around him and gave a frustrated sigh. "I suppose it could have been worse."

When he reached up for where the bottle of whiskey was meant to be kept, however, he glared at the bit of paper he came away with instead.

Hope you liked the surprise. You'll find the whiskey in your bedroom.

Hank eyed the paper with suspicion. He suddenly had a really bad feeling.

In slight trepidation he approached his bedroom, and his scowl deepened when he saw another piece of paper taped to the door.

And when I say you'll find it in here…I hope you enjoy treasure hunts.

"Connor, I hope for your sake you haven't hidden it too well. I'm way too fucking tired for this shit," he moaned as he opened the door. He really wasn't in the mood.

Hank's mouth dropped open as he looked inside. "Oh fucking hell…Connor, you are so dead for this."

His entire bedroom was now covered in plastic wrap. The cabinets, side units, bed…all of it was coated in several layers of plastic prison. He could even see the pillows and duvet had been wrapped in balls on top of the bed – and to top it all off, he'd wrapped a big red bow around the bedding. Hank glared at the scene before sighing deeply. This was the last thing he needed. Another piece of paper was sitting on the edge of the bed and Hank snatched it up, wanting to burn the damn thing.

Have you checked the closet yet?

"Oh don't tell me…"

Sure enough, when Hank opened it, all of his clothes were individually wrapped on the hangers. Even his shoes at the bottom were all coated, Connor hadn't missed a single item. "For fuck's sake, Connor! How the hell am I meant to change out of these goddamned floury clothes if you've wrapped all of them!" Another bit of paper was taped to the first hangar and Hank was sorely tempted to just ignore it. With an angry snarl he ripped it free and glared at the words.

Check my room, Hank.

"You can fuck right off, Connor! I'm not falling for another prank!"

Hank stood and stewed for a moment before sighing in relent. He probably should go to Connor's room, if for no other reason there was a bed in there. One – hopefully – not covered in a million layers of plastic wrapping. Dragging his tired body through, he left his bedroom and opened Connor's door. It still felt incredibly alien, he didn't like invading Connor's space, but the kid had told him to.

As he flicked on the light, Hank's demeanour softened. Laying there along the bed were towels, a change of clothes (which included his favourite shirt), sleepwear, and a bottle of his favourite whiskey – which Hank was amazed at since he knew he didn't have any of it in the cupboards, it was way too damn expensive. Connor must have bought it for him. One final note was attached to the bottle and Hank picked it up, finally cracking a smile as he read the words.

Feel free to use the bed, Hank. And here's a bottle for you since I know you'll be needing a drink and I assume you didn't find the other one.

He chuckled. "Cocky little shit."

I'll see you soon. Sumo's not the only one who has missed you.

Connor

(And I hope you realise presents are meant to be unwrapped)

Hank burst out laughing as Connor's hint clicked. The whiskey's in that fucking big red bow, huh? You know what, I'll dig for it. I'll save this beauty for a special occasion.

As he put the paper down he couldn't help but smile; as annoyed as he was at getting caught out twice¸ Connor had put a smile on his face. The laughter was a good remedy.

"Missed you too, kid."