Still attached by the wrist, Gavin dragged his heels in an attempt to stop the android from pressing onward, but his struggles proved futile. "Fuckin' let go!" Gavin clawed at the machine's arm. RK900 shifted his gaze to observe the detective's confused and irritated expression but didn't bother communicating. Gavin looked at the android with a clenched jaw and tight fists as both men marched toward the entrance of the storage room. As soon as they stopped moving, the detective quickly jerked his hand away from his robot partner in contempt. "Don't you ever touch me again, douchebag," Gavin warned, straightening his jacket, "Trust me, you'll regret it." RK900 tilted his head from Gavin to the storage room door, then promptly opened the door. "What're yo—"

RK900 shoved his human counterpart into the room and closed the door behind them, locking it from the inside. Gavin hit the wall opposite to the door and fell to the ground. The detective smeared his face into his forearm to cope with the searing pain; he touched the back of his head to check for blood and luckily, there was no sign of any. "I was hoping to establish a positive relationship with you, detective. Seeing as we need to cooperate for some time, I believe it necessary to at least introduce myself." Gavin continued to look at the ground with narrowed eyes, fists shaking. RK900 bent down, closer to his partner, "My name is Richard and I was the latest prototype created by CyberLife before it shut down. I am the successor to my previous model, RK800, whom I believe has been tasked to assist Lieutenant Hank Anderson. I am equipped with the latest cybernetic technologies to aid in our investigations; I am stronger, faster, more resilient and more intelligent than the leading man."

"You also talk too much," Gavin retorted in an aggravated cadence.

Richard placed a hand next to the detective and leaned in, LED turning yellow. "I have very, very little tolerance for ignorant—" he leaned closer to Gavin's ear "—haughty brats."

The detective turned to look at Richard, wide-eyed and slightly unnerved by the confidence the android emanated. He then slowly staggered to his feet, still very conscious of his partner's presence. "Seems like someone wants to die today," the detective chuckled. Richard grabbed Gavin's shoulder and shoved him against the wall. The detective let out a pained grunt as his back slammed on the cold concrete. "The fuck?! The fuck're you doing, you plastic asshat?" Gavin yelled as the android turned him around to face the wall. The flustered officer went for his gun in a last-ditch attempt to fight. He took the gun out of his holster but RK900 was quick to grab the detective's wrist, preventing the gun from going off.

Both men paused as silence filled the room, the only audible noise being Gavin's labored breathing. Richard tightened his grip like a snake coiling around its prey; "Drop it," the machine ordered. "Fuck you," the detective spat, "Fuckin' android piece of shit!"

Suddenly a pair of footsteps was heard approaching the storage room entrance. "Reed?" the muffled voice of another officer echoed in the room as he knocked on the door, "You okay in there?"

Gavin froze, sweat beading on his forehead; the detective didn't respond not because he didn't want to but because he didn't know what to say. Richard's gaze went from Gavin, to the door, then back to Gavin again; a nefarious smirk sprouting on his face.

"Imagine the embarrassment accompanied with the request to be saved from your very own android," RK900 whispered into the detective's ear. The proximity of Richard's voice sent a chill down Gavin's spine.

"Detective Reed?" the officer asked in a more pressing tone. "Uh, ye-yeah!" Gavin answered, "Yeah, I'm good. I—um—I just tripped over a box. Didn't see the fuckin' thing."

A moment of silence passed as the worried detective tried to slow his breathing. "Well, okay, just wanted to make sure everything was alright," the officer concluded from the other side of the door. "Yeah, thanks man," Gavin expressed with a laugh. After a few short seconds, the sound of the officer's footsteps was no longer audible.

Richard looked at his human counterpart through half-lidded eyes, "I think he's gone, detective." Of course, the android knew the officer was gone; All RK900 models are equipped with thermal-sense technology which allows them to see the way reptiles do if so desired.

An infuriated Gavin turned to leer at Richard in disgust. Just as the detective was about to shout vulgar remarks at his metal colleague, the android made a point to remind him who had the upper hand by straining his wrist even further. A half-stifled cry escaped Gavin's lips as he fought the excruciating feeling trailing up his arm. "Drop the gun, detective," Richard repeated in a more guttural tone. "I'm going to fucking mangle you," the detective declared in a shaky voice. The android's LED flashed a bright red, "Don't make me break your wrist."

Gavin grit his teeth and spat at the ground to spite the agitated machine. Richard closed his eyes and let out a brief sigh before effortlessly snapping the joint like a twig. The android quickly placed a hand over Gavin's mouth suffocating the ear-shattering screams of agony stemming from the detective's throat. The officer's smothered whines and trembling brought a smile to Richard's typically expressionless face; his LED regressing to a shade of yellow. "There, there," the android ran his free hand through Gavin's disheveled hair, "I did warn you, didn't I, Detective Reed?" Richard stroked his colleague's locks. The detective finally dropped the gun as the pain overwhelmed his senses, his breathing causing his back to arch every few seconds.

"Very good," the android praised as he slowly removed his hand from Gavin's lips. The shorter of the two remained silent, drained from the pain he just endured. "Fear not, detective, I didn't break it, I merely dislocated the Scaphoid bone. Though quite a severe injury, I made sure not to cause acute nerve damage," Richard explained as he collected Gavin's arms and gingerly restrained them behind the back. "You're fucking insane," the detective expressed between breaths. "Do not worry," the android reassured, "I will reset the bone," he smiled. Fear crossed the detective's face as he realized this machine's personality wasn't even remotely similar to that of its peppy predecessor's.

The android's last remark sparked some well-needed vitality within Gavin as he started to struggle beneath Richard. "Like hell you will," the detective bitterly stated, fidgeting to get loose from RK900's grasp.

Richard pressed against Gavin's back, eliciting sounds of discomfort from the detective. "You do know that I cannot allow you to leave in this condition, Detective Reed," the android purred, "I must rectify my mistake and fix your wrist," he eyed his disgruntled partner, "among other things."

Gavin chuckled under his breath, "Didn't know CyberLife programmed perverts," he tilted his head to look at Richard, "But then again, that's Kamski for you. Fuckin' sick bastard programming more sickos," he said with a smug expression. "Seems you're not fond of your brother, detective."

"Yeah? What gave it away?" Gavin asked with implied sarcasm. "Well, seeing as you called him a bastard, I only figured you were hinting that perhaps you aren't the most affectionate towar—"

"Jesus, shut the fuck up," Gavin groaned, "Are all androids idiots or is it just yo—unh!"

Richard squeezed the detective's hand, "That's right, I almost forgot about your wrist," the android smirked, LED stabilizing at a bright yellow hue. Gavin shot a deadly glare at his partner, "Touch me and I'll tear your fucking head off."

The android hummed, "Unfortunately, I don't think you're in the position to make such bold statements, detective," RK900 squinted his eyes, "In fact, I believe I have the advantage in this scenario."

Suddenly, the knob of the entrance door started jiggling, followed by a muffled "Huh?"

"Who's in there?" the voice asked, knocking on the door. The grumpy tone sounded familiar to both men. "Hank?" Gavin whispered to himself. Before the detective could utter another word, Richard covered his mouth once more. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the department's favorite asshole," RK900 said, synthesizing his partner's voice. "Hn!?" Gavin's eyes shot open in disbelief as he heard his voice coming out of the android's mouth.

"Gavin? Jesus, who pissed in your Cheerios?" Hank asked from behind the door, "And why's the door locked, dickhead?" he yelled, jiggling the knob again. "I'm looking for evidence, Hank. Why don't you be a good boy and go annoy your little robot," Richard retorted. Gavin couldn't believe it; not only did his partner sound like him, he also acted like him too. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, listen when you're done masturbating in there, don't forget to pick up the report on the Eden Club incident from a coupla weeks back, got it?"

"Whatever you say, jackass."

"Fuckin' hell," the Lieutenant huffed as he walked away from the storage room entrance.

Both men remained silent for a few seconds, then Richard released Gavin from his grasp. The detective almost instantly shoved his partner to the other side of the room. He stretched out his wrist, "Fix it so I can fucking kick your plastic ass to the ground," the detective demanded, with furrowed brows and menacing eyes. The android smiled.

The detective tromped toward his smug partner and extended his arm, "I said fix it," he ordered, eyes gleaming with hatred. "I'd be delighted to," Richard beamed as he reached out to cup his partner's hand. The android took a few steps forward, shortening the distance between the two. Gavin's eyes trailed from RK900's focused appearance down to his hands which were gliding up and over the officer's injured wrist.

Richard analyzed his counterpart's expression as he continued sliding his hand under the brown jacket and up Gavin's arm, feeling the grooves and divots in the skin, memorabilia from previous investigations. Though surprised by his partner's lack of resistance, Richard remained quiet as he continued massaging up Gavin's arm. The android stopped at a rather large scar which wrapped around the detective's bicep. He gently traced the laceration before rubbing his thumb over it, massaging circles into the skin. The detective let out a shaky breath as his cheeks began emanating a light shade of pink. Richard leaned in closer to further observe his partner's expressions, his LED turning red in the process. Gavin looked up at RK900 with hungry eyes and parted lips suggesting he wanted more from the machine. The android smirked and scanned his partner from top to bottom through half-lidded eyes, stopping at the detective's lips. Both men remained silent as tension filled the room; Richard moved forward and tilted his head only inches away from Gavin's face. The detective closed his eyes, inviting his partner to seal the gap between them.

Then, a debilitating punch to the face and RK900 staggered, hitting the wall with a grunt.

"Gavin, one; Terminator, zero," the detective exhaled with a toothy grin. Richard placed a hand on his cheek as artificial skin reattached itself to the affected area. The android took a moment before curling the corners of his mouth into a slight smile impressed by his human colleague. "I'll set the fucking bone myself," Gavin declared as he started toward the storage room entrance. "You're lucky I'm feeling charitable, jackass. 'Else you would've been eatin shit at the dump," the detective concluded, as he exited the room, leaving a somewhat bewildered RK900 behind.