"Well," Gavin smiled in relief, "Good news is that Fowler isn't here to bitch at me for the next week or so," the detective exhaled, "Bad news is that I still gotta haul your metal ass everywhere I go, ain't that right?" he looked to Richard with a defeated expression. "My programming strictly forbids me from leaving your side during these investigations, detective" the machine explained, "So, to cut it short, yes, I'm afraid you're stuck with me until further notice."

The brunette pursed his lips, "Of-fuckin'-course," he grumbled. "I took the liberty of reviewing some of the case files that were left open on your terminal," Richard voiced, changing the subject. Gavin eyed RK900, noticeably irked, "Don't go through my shit without my permission, asshole," he warned as he plopped himself on his chair. "Your tardiness left me with an abundance of time. I ultimately decided to utilize said time to memorize all open android investigations," the machine bluntly stated with a focused gaze, "Since your monitor was the most convenient outlet to obtain the information I needed, I accessed it."

"Look tin can," the detective sighed, "I'm not in the mood for snarky comments," he pressed two fingers against his right temple, "I had one too many drinks last night and now my heads payin' the price." Richard glanced at his partner with pity, "I apologize, detective," the android expressed as he squeezed his hands behind his back.

The brunette peered over his shoulder at his colleague, surprised by the machine's compliance. "So, you said you looked at the files on the computer, right?" Gavin tilted his head toward the terminal. "Yes, I found this one to be quite intriguing," Richard pointed to the monitor. Gavin leaned forward onto the desk and squinted his eyes as he tried to make out the text. "Let's see, let's see," the detective rubbed at his chin, "Blah blah Rebecca something…," he mumbled as his finger followed the text, "reported coming home to her android mangled and torn to pieces," Gavin's finger froze, his eyes shot open. "Holy fuck," he looked to Richard, "This chick was CyberLife's lead engineer."

The android nodded, "Yes, Ms. Rebecca Gomez worked for CyberLife up until 2036. She was tasked to evaluate the cognitive functionality of androids," Richard explained, "To test for defects in hardware. She was one of the earliest human advocates of android rights and was promptly fired after voicing her thoughts on social media."

"And how do you know all that?" the shorter of the two crossed his arms. "I'm CyberLife's latest model, detective," RK900 stated in a condescending tone, "A simple background check is child's play for an android like me."

"Oh, excuse me," Gavin raised his hands, "Didn't know I was in the presence of fuckin' royalty," he snickered. "You asked a question. I simply answered it," Richard shrugged. The brunette waved his hand dismissingly as he shifted his gaze to scan the computer screen once more.

Gavin took a moment to read through more of the file. "Hm," the detective picked at his lower lip, "It says here that her android, Raymond, was torn apart and placed in the master bedroom," he pressed his lips together as worry crossed his face, "With the word 'Omnipresence' painted on the wall behind the bedframe."

"Sound familiar?" Richard cocked a brow. "Ah fuck," Gavin shut his eyes and shook his head, "You think it's the same guy, huh?" he asked with a dejected expression, "The guy who killed Odette?"

"There is a high probability," the android stated with a stern look, "The report fits Odette's murderer's modus operandi" Richard turned to meet his partner's gaze, "We should go pay Ms. Gomez a visit. I've already calculated the route to her apartment complex," the machine expressed with a small smile. Gavin scratched the back of his head, "This guy has some balls going after people like Gomez," he scoffed, "I mean, she was the one in charge of android production. That's pretty fuckin' big."

"Correct," Richard drew his brows together, "And if these two cases are indeed related, it's very clear that our suspect has a searing hatred towards androids and those who support them."

"Ah man," the detective leaned into his chair, "Let's just hope these cases have nothing to do with each other," he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Richard glanced at his partner's features, eyes stopping at Gavin's bruised neck. The android's face changed to a remorseful one, "Your neck," he trailed off. "Hm?" the brunette opened an eye, "What about it?" he pushed forward and pressed his elbows on his knees. Richard averted the detective's stare, "I advise wearing a scarf," he looked to the ground with a guilty expression, "It could aid in reducing unwanted attention."

The detective contorted his face in confusion, "What's up with you?" he raised his upper lip, "Quit acting so weird."

"You mean concerned?" Richard shot an angered look at his colleague. Gavin's eyes rounded as a light red hue spread across his cheeks. The detective then immediately shook his head, "You're not my fuckin' mother," he got up from his chair. "Now cut the shit. Like I said, I'm not in the mood," the brunette eyed the android, "Come on," he motioned as he started toward the station's exit.

The android pulled the corners of his mouth into a slight frown as he rebelled in silence. The detective marched forward but stopped when he didn't hear another pair of footsteps echoing behind him. He sniggered as he slid his tongue over his teeth. "What is your deal, dumbass?" Gavin approached the android with a menacing expression. Richard remained quiet, analyzing the brunette with cold, determined eyes. "Look here, you glorified toaster, don't make me d—" the detective winced, quickly bringing a hand to his head as he groaned. The android's composure broke as he leaned forward, brows arching in distress, "Are you alright, Detective Reed?" he gently caressed the brunette's cheek. Gavin almost instantly grabbed Richard's hand as he froze in place, bewilderment shaking his features. The detective stared into his counterpart's eyes, clearly alarmed by Richard's tender gesture. The two men gazed at each other's facial attributes for an uncomfortably long amount of time before Gavin snapped out of the trance.

"I'm fine," the shorter of the two hissed as he let go of the android's wrist. "Why don't you make yourself useful and drive this time," the brunette stated in an irritated tone, "My head feels like it's gonna split open."

"Alright, detective," Richard expressed with a softened expression. "We should get going," the android continued as he proceeded towards the station's exit. For the first time, Gavin was the one treading from behind, overanalyzing the littlest of details about his partner. He knit his brows together as he touched his cheek, still a bit ruffled up by the machine's behavior.

Gavin reached in his pant pocket to fish for his keys as the men quickly approached the officer's vehicle. The shorter of the two let out an aha! as he found his car remote and unlocked the doors. "Ah," the brunette flumped into the passenger's side seat, "Feels good to not drive your ass around for a change," he smirked, looking to RK900. "Do you even know how to shift gears?" Gavin questioned in a haughty manner. "Don't patronize me, Detective Reed," Richard started the vehicle, "I know much more than you give me credit for," he shot a playful look at the detective. "In addition, you've only ever driven twice with me in the passenger's seat," the android pointed out with a smug expression. The brunette stared out the window, chuckling, "That's two too many."

RK900 pulled out of the parking lot and set out for Ms. Gomez's apartment. Gavin reached into the backseat to fetch his dark brown jacket. He quickly wore it as his colleague turned onto Main Street.

About fifteen minutes into the drive, Gavin peered over at his partner who was concentrating on the road. "So," the detective shifted to a more comfortable position, "Do androids sleep?" he asked with a curious undertone. Richard furrowed his brow, both amused and confused by his colleague's question, "No, androids don't require sleep."

"Hm," he brunette rubbed his nose, "Do you like," he shrugged his shoulders, "recharge or something?"

The machine let out a hushed chuckle, "All DPD androids set themselves to low power mode in the late evening," Richard gestured, "Typically around eleven, when most officers have gone home for the day."

"Oh, so it's like putting a computer on hibernation," the detective leaned his head against the window. "Roughly speaking, yes," RK900 said as he prepared to make a left onto the next street. Gavin nodded as he continued resting.

Some more silence passed before the brunette opened his mouth, paused then sighed, letting out a dismissive grunt. "Is everything alright?" Richard asked, eyes shifting from the road, to Gavin, then back to the road again. "Yeah, it's nothing," the detective quickly looked to his feet. "Detective," the machine began, "You were about to say something so it clearly wasn't nothing," he stated in a sarcastic manner. Gavin leaned into his seat, "Lay off," he warned, evidently flustered, "It was nothing."

Richard continued to drive with narrowed eyes, "You're a terrible lair." The shorter of the two cocked his head toward RK900, "And you're a fuckin' jackass," he irritably voiced, "Now fuck off. It was a stupid question anyway."

"Very well," the machine curtly responded as he continued to maneuver around the congested road. Gavin crossed his arms, a displeased look etched on his face, as he protested in silence. After a few seconds of angered mumbling, the brunette gave in. "I was only gonna ask what you do after I leave the station," the detective turned his head away from his partner in a vain attempt to hide the flush creeping up on his face. Richard's stern expression changed to a softer, more endearing one, "Do I sense a hint of curiosity as to my whereabouts after you leave for home, detective?"

Gavin placed a hand on his eyes, covering them as he pressed his teeth together, embarrassment riddling his features. "Don't fuckin' put it like that," he muttered in a hushed tone, "Makes it seem like I care about what you do," the brunette physically withdrew into himself. RK900's lips curled into a humbled smile, "I remain in the station upon your departure." The shorter of the two slowly turned to the machine, still hiding his reddened cheeks with his jacket collar, "You stay there the whole time?"

Richard nodded, "Yes, most DPD androids remain in the station at all times excluding time allotted to investigations." Gavin returned to his original, more relaxed state; "Most?" he eyed Richard. "Yes, some androids stay with their corresponding human counterparts," the android gestured with a hand, "For example, model RK800—rather, Connor—resides in Lieutenant Anderson's home." The brunette's eyes widened, "Connor lives with Hank?"

"Yes, detective," RK900 responded with a nod. "Christ," the detective shook his head, "Hank must be fuckin' losin' it if he's letting an android stay at his place," he chuckled, "That's fuckin' bizarre." Richard drew his brows together, "Why did you ask what I do after you leave?"

"Huh?" Gavin glanced at his colleague, "N-no reason," he stuttered. The android remained silent, a smirk sprouting on his face. "What!?" the brunette slapped his partner's shoulder, "I can't ask a fuckin' question without you gettin' all weird about it."

"My apologies, Detective Reed," Richard expressed with kind eyes.

About ten minutes later, the android pulled over into a parking lot that belonged to a series of older apartment complexes. "She lives here?" Gavin asked, doubt glazing over his question, "You sure your GPS components aren't fried or some shit?"

"This is indeed the place," the android reassured as he parked the car and removed the keys from the ignition. "Whatta fuckin' dump," the detective sighed as he motioned his partner to give the car keys back. "You'd think a lady who worked for CyberLife would be in a," Gavin whispered, "Nicer location." RK900 handed the keys to his colleague, shooting a disappointed look at the detective, "We didn't come here to ridicule Ms. Gomez's housing situation," he fixed his collar, "We're here to comfort her in her time of need and aid in finding out who murdered Raymond."

"Alright, Alright," Gavin raised his arms "In that case, you're doin' most of the talkin, 'cuz I can't think straight with this migraine," he grimaced, massaging the back of his neck. "Don't worry, detective," Richard smiled, "I can take the lead for this one."

"Hey," the brunette barked in an angered tone, "Don't fuckin' get cocky," he reprimanded, "I'm the one in charge here. Don't you fuckin' forget that," Gavin stated, eyes locked on his partner. After hounding the android for a few seconds, the brunette tromped off, walking to the apartment complex on the left. RK900 remained quiet as he watched his irked counterpart, "That's the wrong apartment, Detective Reed," Richard yelled from behind. The shorter of the two froze and grumbled as he turned toward his partner, "You let me walk off in the opposite direction on purpose, asshole!"

"No," the android bluntly stated, "You didn't give me the chance to tell you which complex Ms. Gomez was staying in," he explained with a collected expression, "You got flustered and thus walked off without knowing where you were truly going." The detective pressed his lips together, "Okay smartass, lead the way then." The brunette shoved his hands in his pant pockets as he averted the android's gaze.

Richard smiled, "Gladly."