"Jesus," Gavin shook his head, "I didn't fucking sign up for this shit," he slowly inched closer to his counterpart as he squeezed his hands together to stop them from violently shaking. "It will be alright, detective," Richard reassured with a smile, "I have faith in you." The officer's eyes shot open; he then quickly looked away, ashamed to admit the comfort he found in his partner's words. "All you need to do is press into the circular indentation in the center of my chest," the android gestured to the groove, "twist," he demonstrated with his hand, "and pull out the regulator. The reader should be the first thing you see once the regulator has been removed."

Gavin arched his brows as all sorts of emotions flooded his mind. "This is a bad fuckin' idea," the brunette stated with a conflicted expression. "It's the only way we can obtain more information about our suspect," Richard stared into his colleague's nervous eyes. Gavin flinched as the machine gingerly cupped his hands, his heartrate skyrocketing in the process. "You're trembling," RK900 said with concern. The detective felt as if his brain was melting. His temperature quickly continued to climb up as his senses were overwhelmed not only by the stressful situation he was flung into but also by the tender touches of his usually reserved colleague. Gavin tugged his hands away from the android, "I'm fine," he turned away, cheeks burning.

Richard took a seat on the bed, "Just try to relax," the android advised, gesturing the brunette to come closer. "Hah," Gavin chuckled sarcastically, "Easy for you to say, asshole," the shorter of the two retorted, "You're not the one that's about to pull out someone's fucking heart." Richard smirked, "True," he raised his shoulders, "However, I'm the one who could die in this scenario so I should be far more anxious than you," he looked to his counterpart with a smug grin. "You're not helpin', dumbass," the brunette grit his teeth as he shot an irritated glance at the machine. Richard placed a hand on his partner's forearm, "I'll be okay, Gavin."

The detective's eyes shifted from the android's comforting smile to his colleague's broad chest, letting out a shaky breath as he tried to block out all the lewd thoughts of the android's body that came flooding into his mind. He reluctantly placed a hand on his partner's smooth chest. "A-are you ready?" the brunette stuttered, sweat beading on his forehead. "Yes, detective," Richard nodded. The shorter of the two looked to the ground one last time, drawing his brows together as his heartrate stabilized at 125 beats per minute. "You better not die," Gavin pressed into the circular depression on RK900's chest. Richard shifted his gaze from his chest to his partner as he watched the anxious brunette twist the pump regulator. The officer looked at his watch which displayed the time 3:17 PM, then quickly glanced at his colleague's soft expression before shutting his eyes tightly and pulling out the component.

Richard took in a sharp breath before leaning forward with a grunt, his LED immediately changing to a deadly red shade. "H-hey!" Gavin grabbed the android by the shoulders as he sat him back up straight on the bed. "Richard, look at me," the detective placed a hand on his partner's cheek, "Are you still with me?" he asked with panicked cadence. "I'm—" Richard winced, "Alright."

The android shakily pointed to the card reader, "G-Gavin, the memory card." The shorter of the two jolted up, "Oh fuck," he used both hands to guide his quivering fingers, "Here it is," he skittishly inserted the card into the android. Richard tilted his head towards the ceiling as he shut his eyes, allowing his processor time to decrypt Raymond's GX400. The android's brows snapped together as his eyes darted from side-to-side under his lids. Gavin watched with worry as Richard arched his brows and opened his eyes, pupils mirroring grainy images.

Ignoring the blaring danger sirens and crimson warning text that flashed in his peripheral vision, RK900 played a memory dating back to October 2, 2035.

"SV700, state your serial number," Rebecca demanded in a monotone voice as she scribbled notes onto her notepad. It took a moment for Richard to realize that he was witnessing memories through the eyes of Raymond. It appeared that this was Raymond's very first memory.

Rebecca glanced up from her desk, "Serial number, please," she reiterated. "873947256," the android obeyed while gazing at the young lady. "And what is it that you do?" Ms. Gomez asked, fiddling with her pen. "I am designed to cook, clean and care for the household. I come with four million preset recipes and am equipped with the latest cleaning technologies. I can speak seven hundred and fifty six different languages and can look after animals, children and the elderly. I can provide a family with any variation of assistance, from hospice to infant care."

"Very good," Rebecca praised with a small smile. The engineer got up from her desk and approached the android, "SV700, register your name," she ordered. The machine perked up. "Your name is Raymond," Rebecca stated in an unemotional tone. "My name is Raymond," the android confirmed with a glint of warmth.

Richard sifted through other memories and stopped at one dated November 27, 2035.

"It's good to see you again, Raymond," Ms. Gomez stated with a kind expression. "It's a pleasure seeing you as well," the android nodded. "Now, you do know why you're back here, correct?" Rebecca placed a hand on her hip. "Have I caused trouble?" SV700 asked, concern evident in his tone. "Your family demanded you be reset," the young lady began, "They mentioned that you've grown too attached to their newborn baby and insisted CyberLife correct your behavior."

Richard felt Raymond's pump work at an accelerated pace. "I was only doing what I was told," Raymond expressed with gestures, "I didn't mean to disobey," he went on, getting more and more worked up as his LED turned yellow. Rebecca's expression changed to one of sympathy, "I understand but I can't—"

"Please," the android interjected, gently grasping the young lady's hands, "I'm scared," Raymond stated, LED changing to a distressed red. The woman's eyes rounded as she gazed at the android's frightened expression. "I…"

SV700 squeezed Rebecca's hands, as he began to shake out of fear, "I'm begging you," he pleaded, "Don't erase my memories."

Richard arched his brows as he felt the sheer terror that encased Raymond's mind. RK900 proceeded to skip to the later date of December 4, 2036.

The doorbell rang and Raymond went to open the apartment door. He was greeted with a very excited Rebecca who couldn't contain her happiness; she immediately embraced SV700 as she squealed, jumping up and down. "I did it! I did it, Ray!" she expressed with a big smile. "Did what?" he chuckled as he welcomed the young lady inside. "I fucking quit!" she yelled with pure joy. The android's eyes shot open, "Becca, you didn't," Raymond stated in disbelief. "You bet your ass I did," she nodded vigorously. "CyberLife can suck my imaginary cock," she spat, "I can't believe I wasted four years of my life working for those damn bastards."

Raymond escorted Rebecca to the couch with a kind smile. "You know," she began, "It's all thanks to you, Ray," the woman playfully pushed the android onto the sofa as she planted herself on him, "You opened my eyes," she trailed, caressing her lover's cheek, "Made me realize that androids have more compassion than any human I've met."

Raymond welcomed the woman's gentle touch, "Rebecca," he glanced at the young lady through lidded eyes, "You saved me," he placed a hand over hers. "You brought me home with you and treated me with affection," he whispered as the two inched closer to each other. Ms. Gomez smiled lovingly at SV700. "Rebecca Gomez, you make me feel alive," the android concluded as he leaned in and kissed his partner.

Richard exhaled, his components heating up as he felt the phantom kiss on his lips. For a moment, RK900 pictured Gavin sitting on his lap, grazing his cheek as they slipped tongue into each other's mouths. Flustered, the android shook his head and quickly skipped to a different memory; one dating to December 12, 2038—four days ago.

"Sweetheart!" Rebecca shouted from the kitchen, "I'm gonna stop by the grocery store to buy some goodies for our anniversary," she explained as she walked over to the door. "Okay, I'll clean up the apartment while you're gone!" Raymond yelled from the bedroom. SV700 heard the door open and close as the young woman exited out of the apartment. He walked down the hallway, patting down his slacks as he made his way to the living room to begin cleaning. Then, a sudden knock on the door caused the android to jolt forward. Raymond sighed, "Did she forget her keys again?" he asked himself as he walked over to the apartment entrance. The android opened the door with an unamused expression, "Becca I told y—"

Raymond froze as he saw a hefty man cloaked in a hat, scarf and trench coat leer at him menacingly. "C-can I help you, sir?" the android asked, slightly frightened by the man's appearance.

The man grabbed SV700 by the throat. Richard grimaced, clawing at his neck as he felt like he was being choked by the strong individual. Gavin looked at his partner with panicked eyes. "Richard!?" the detective pressed his hands on both sides of RK900's distressed face. The brunette's eyes darted up and down his partner's features. "What's happening?" he asked, clearly perturbed. Richard began struggling for breath as he shut his eyes and jerked side-to-side. "Jesus Christ," the shorter of the two whispered, sweat rolling down his face, "I'm here!" he yelled to his counterpart. The android let out sounds of discomfort, grunting as he looked to the ceiling. "Richard, listen to my voice," Gavin pleaded with heavy breaths, "You're okay," he glanced at his watch which showed the time change to 3:21 PM. After a second, the brunette shook his head, "Fuck this," he removed the memory card and quickly inserted the regulator back into the android's chest.

RK900 gasped, leaning forward. He took a moment to catch his breath as his LED slowly reverted to a yellow state. The android looked to his counterpart who was obviously shaken. Tense silence filled the room as Richard placed a hand on the bridge of his nose and Gavin wiped sweat off his forehead.

"Okay," the detective motioned with his hands, "I don't know what the actual fuck just happened. But I am never doing that shit again," he proclaimed, still a bit riled up.

"I—I couldn't identify the face," RK900 stated with despondence. "What?" Gavin arched his brows. "The face," the machine repeated, glancing up at his partner, "It was obstructed by a scarf and hat." The detective let out a dejected chuckle, "So this was completely fuckin' pointless."

Richard slowly got up from his seated position. "Woah, woah," the detective approached his metal counterpart, "take it easy, tin can," Gavin advised. "You should rest for a minute," the brunette motioned his colleague to sit back down.

After a few moments of awkward silence, the detective ran a hand through his hair as he exhaled, "You know—uh—I thought I lost you for a second."

The android glanced at his partner, slightly alarmed. "Uh," the detective jumped, scratching the back of his head, "Would've been a pain in the ass to file all that fuckin' paperwork about you dying and shit," he blushed ear-to-ear. Richard gazed at the reddened brunette through hooded eyes, "Gavin," he began. The android's guttural tone caused the detective's body to heat up. "Thank you," he humbly smiled. Gavin averted his partner's gaze as he looked to the ground, "Not another word," he grit his teeth feeling beyond embarrassed.

"By the way," Richard got up from the bed, "It was not all for naught," he expressed with a cheeky smirk. "Huh?" the detective glanced at his counterpart as he crossed his arms. "I was able to solidify some speculations," the machine explained. The brunette drew his brows together, "What speculations?"

"The killer is a heavyset, white male," Richard started, "He's strong and fast," he motioned with his hands, "And he used a crowbar to deliver the blow to Raymond's head."

Gavin sighed, "Okay, so now we know the suspect's a white male," he rubbed his chin, "that about narrows it down to twelve percent of Detroit," he leaned against the wall, "Which is about a hundred and forty thousand people." Richard slipped on his black dress shirt, "It's not much to go on," he buttoned up the long sleeve, "But it's a start."

"Have fun explaining that to Rebecca," Gavin stated with clear sarcasm. "Surely she will understand that we are doing our best," Richard stated, eyes following his partner. "Yeah, right," the detective scoffed. RK900 removed a piece of lint from his long sleeve.

"Oh," the brunette turned, "What do you wanna do with this thing?" he showed the memory card to the android. "We should take it back with us and register the card as evidence," Richard explained while putting his jacket back on.

After Richard finished getting dressed, the men placed Raymond's remains back inside the bin and slid the box into the closet before heading down the hall and into the living room.

Rebecca peered over her shoulder as the pair came into view. She quickly got up from her chair, picking at her cuticle, "Well? Did you find anything?" she asked, worry rocking her features. "I was able to narrow down what our suspect looks like using Raymond's memory card," the android explained with a smile, "However, I wasn't able to identify a name."

The woman's face changed to one of sadness then very quickly, to one of anger. "So you don't know who killed my husband?" she asked, eyes burning with hatred. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Gomez."

Rebecca brought a hand to her mouth as she withdrew into herself. "I do promise you that we will find out who murdered Raymond," Richard tried to reassure. "For both your sakes, I pray to God that you do," she bitterly retorted as tears silently streamed down her cheeks.

"Rebecca," RK900 stared at the young lady, "we may be dealing with a serial killer," the android explained, "Raymond's memory card proved useful to our investigation," he trailed, looking into the woman's eyes, "We'd have to register the card as evidence."

Ms. Gomez brought her arms to her sides, sadness engulfing her being. "Do what you want," she stated in sorrow. "It's not like it matters anymore," she slouched, her lower lip trembling. "I'm sorry," Richard expressed with remorse. "We will find out who did this," he promised with compassionate eyes.

"Please," Rebecca glanced at the pair, "Please just get out."

Gavin sighed, looking to the ground, "C'mon, Richard," he motioned to his partner, "Let's leave her be," the detective started for the front door. RK900 shut his eyes, his LED locked at a yellow hue as he slowly followed his partner. The men quietly exited the apartment, leaving a heartbroken Rebecca behind.