Gavin felt sick. Deep down inside, he somehow knew that something had happened between him and his counterpart but he buried it six feet under, in his subconscious as he refused to admit his attraction to RK900. The more he stared at the bite mark, the more erratic his breathing became. He brought both hands to his forehead as he tried to calm himself down. "This can't be real, this can't be real," he repeated to himself with a shaky voice. The brunette placed a hand on the sink, taking in deep breaths in an attempt to remain in control. He slowly looked up at his refection in the mirror, eyes trailing from the bruises around his throat to the wound on his lower neck. "F-fuck…" Gavin whispered, his knees beginning to tremble as he tried to avoid succumbing to the rage burning within his being. "Wake up," he slammed his hand on the corner of the sink, "Wake up, damn it!" he punched the mirror, convinced that this was all a dream.
Two officers walked into the bathroom, exchanging lighthearted dialogue before they noticed a perturbed Gavin losing it in the corner. The officers traded worried glances before they approached the detective who had his fists clenched so tightly, his knuckles were white. "Uh, Detective Reed?" one of the officers placed a hand on the brunette's shoulder. The other policeman remained vigilant as his eyes shifted from the broken mirror to the unstable detective. "Are you alright?" he asked with a fearful undertone. "I'm gonna kill him," Gavin whispered under his breath, "I'm gonna fucking murder that plastic shithead!" he yelled, pushing the officer to the side as he tromped toward the door. "Wait!" the officers ran after the infuriated brunette to try and restrain him, "Gavin, calm down!" one of them shouted as they grabbed the detective by the arms. "Let go, you fucks!" the shorter cop struggled before decking one of the officer's faces and kicking the other in the family jewels. Both policemen retracted their arms as they tried to cope with the searing pain. The brunette took advantage of the moment and booked it to the washroom exit.
Gavin busted through the door, drawing attention as the loud and dramatic kick attracted the gaze of several officers. The detective quickly scanned the office, halting as he caught sight of his taller colleague who was lounging at the brunette's workspace. "You!" the detective yelled from across the large room. Richard looked up to see an enraged Gavin sprinting towards him. "You fucker!" the shorter of the two continued as he ran up to the android and grabbed him by his uniform. RK900's eyes rounded, LED turning yellow as he surveyed his partner's features, noting the brunette's heightened heartrate and quivering hands. Gavin grit his teeth, fear and wrath controlling his actions as he pushed the machine against the desk. Richard lowered his lids as he glanced at his colleague's exposed wound, realizing what this was about. "What did you do to me, you motherfucker?" the brunette asked, his body beginning to shake like a leaf, terror glazing over his words.
The two officers limped out of the bathroom, groaning before they shouted for Hank's assistance. Gavin peered over his shoulder to meet the stares of the two men; he used one hand to point to the officers while the other remained glued to RK900's jacket. "You two stay out of this, you hear me?" the brunette warned with frightening eyes. Hank and Connor peeked out of the break room; the lieutenant immediately dashed over to Gavin and Richard while RK800 quickly made his way to the injured officers to provide assistance.
"Gavin!" Hank shouted as he ran over to the fuming brunette. "Stay out of this," the detective growled, nostrils flaring. "Look," the lieutenant placed a hand on the brunette's shoulder, "Just calm down, will ya?" he tried to pull his subordinate away from the machine. "Fuck off, Hank!" the detective snapped, jerking his shoulder away from the older man. The lieutenant sighed as he brought a hand to the bridge of his nose, "Whatever this's about, take it somewhere else. You're makin' a scene," he glanced at the younger officer.
Gavin looked around the station to see officers and androids alike, staring at him with dread. "He's right, detective," Richard interjected, "It'd be best to discuss this outside." The brunette dragged the corners of his mouth into an intimidating frown as he pushed the machine back. He pressed a finger into RK900's collarbone, "Outside, right-fucking-now," he snarled as he pushed into his partner's shoulder before stomping toward the station's exit. Hank, Richard, as well as several other officers watched the outraged detective storm out of the facility. After a few silent seconds, the officers in the department resumed what they were doing prior to Gavin's outburst and the room flooded with noise once more. Hank crossed his arms over his chest, "What the hell was that about?" the lieutenant turned toward RK900. "I have some notion," the android stated regretfully, his LED locked at a hypnotic yellow, as he started for the exit.
The detective cocked his head upon hearing a set of footsteps approaching. He'd walked over to the rear of the station, into the alleyway shared by the DPD and an Italian restaurant called Ancora's—Fowler's favorite place to cater from for office parties. Gavin kicked off the wall when he saw RK900 coming his way. "Now I know why you've been acting so fuckin' weird all day," the detective grabbed Richard by the collar. "Detective, allow me to explain," the android pleaded, knitting his brows sympathetically. "You said sorry to me this morning," the hysterical officer began, "You said sorry!" he violently shook his counterpart. "What..." the brunette paused, shaking beneath his partner, "What did you do to me?" he stared into Richard's eyes with fear. The machine didn't know where to begin; he was trying to analyze the best way to approach the conversation without having Gavin go off. "You were at my apartment last night, weren't you?" the shorter of the two asked as he looked up at the android. "Yes, I was," Richard confirmed, nodding his head. The brunette let out a panicked breath, "Oh God," he loosed his grip on his colleague's uniform momentarily before rage consumed him once more, "Just when I thought you weren't as intolerable as I'd fuckin' imagined," he shook his head, "I was dead wrong."
"Let me explain, Gavin," Richard repeated, tone more urgent than before. "Talk fast," the detective demanded, "Before I bash your skull in," he threatened, silvery eyes more prominent in the darkened alley. "I was sent to your apartment by Captain Fowler in the early morning due to an influx of calls—noise complaints from tenants on the first and second floors of your complex," Richard began, eyeing his disgruntled colleague, "Your cat, Cleopatra was locked outside of your room. I picked her up and knocked on your door. You opened it but were acting quite strange," the android furrowed his brows, "You were intoxicated."
"I fucking know that!" Gavin yelled, "I wanna know about this," he pointed to the bite mark on his neck, "Tell me about this!" he commanded, blush radiating from his cheeks. Richard's LED proceeded to turn crimson, "You said you weren't feeling well…that you needed to vomit and so I took you to the washroom," the machine explained as his gaze shifted from the ground to the brunette, "I went to fetch you water. You asked for my hand and I obeyed."
Gavin's eyes darted up and down the android's features, worried as to where this conversation was going. "You sucked on my fingers and shoved them down your throat," Richard stated with parted lips, "Then you threw up and began coaxing me to…" the android paused, "You wanted my hand around your throat. That's what you told me."
The detective's eyes widened, his grip on Richard's collar tightening as denial seeped into his veins. "I held back to the best of my abilities," the android stated, staring into the brunette's shaken features, "But I couldn't refrain myself," he turned his head away.
A moment of silence slipped by as both men tried to collect their thoughts. Gavin looked at Richard, tears welling in his eyes "D-did you—"
"No," the android expressed with a stern cadence, "I would've never forgiven myself if I did that to you," Richard drew his brows together. "That," he pointed to the brunette's wound and bruises, "Is as far as I took it."
The detective let out a shaky breath as his entire body began trembling. "I'm sorry, Gavin," Richard gently grasped the brunette's hand that was currently locked on the android's uniform. "If only you knew how sorry I truly am," the android expressed, LED stabilizing at a bright red hue. Gavin stood there, silent but evidently perturbed as his head remained in a lowered position. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. Something…" the android contorted his expression out of confusion, "Something strange happened and I lost control of my being," he went on. The detective remained quiet, refusing to lift his head.
"Please try and understand that I was only put together two months ago with the intent of eliminating deviants in the most brutal ways imaginable," RK900 gestured, "Come to find out that a few weeks later, I along with all other androids have now been granted free will and the right to express emotion," he glanced at his counterpart who refused to look up. "I am trying to understand how to feel," Richard lowered his lids, "And you, Detective Reed," he stroked Gavin's hand, "you set off emotions within me I am not familiar with."
The brunette still remained silent. Richard dragged his mouth into a distressed frown, "Detective?" he leaned closer to observe his partner. The android pressed a hand on his colleague's quivering shoulder as he tilted Gavin's chin upward to meet his gaze. RK900 retracted his head, his eyes shooting open as he was met with a disheveled Gavin who had tears streaming down his face. "Gavin," the android analyzed his counterpart with worry as remorse encapsulated the machine. "Oh," Richard drew in the brunette and embraced him tightly, "I am so sorry," he desperately apologized as he hugged the detective. "I will never do anything to hurt you again," the android promised as he squeezed the trembling officer. The brunette shut his eyes and welcomed the android's gentle touch momentarily before realizing what was happening. He quickly pushed Richard away, holding the android in place as he took a second to come to his senses. "I'm not some damsel in distress," Gavin stated, letting go of his colleague, "I don't need your sympathy," he wiped away his tears, "Or your excuses," he bitterly retorted. Richard knit his brows, "I'm not—"
"Don't fucking patronize me," he grit his teeth, "Don't look down on me like I'm some kind of lonely stray," he hissed. RK900 remained silent as he listened to the angered brunette. "Don't—" Gavin paused wiping at his eyes, "Don't fuck with me." The machine gazed at his partner with concern, "This isn't about me, is it?" he tilted his head to further investigate the detective. The brunette's eyes widened, "Wh-what did you say?"
"Someone hurt you," Richard theorized. The brunette shot a spiteful look at the machine, "Stop," he demanded. "Someone took advantage of you," the android took a step closer towards his colleague. "I said knock it off, you piece of shit," Gavin growled through pressed teeth, eyes swollen from crying. RK900 gingerly hugged the detective once more, "I won't press you to tell me what happened. Just understand that I apologize for what I did." Gavin's eyes rounded as an internal war of emotions was taking place within the brunette. "And I promise you, nothing like that will ever happen again," the machine expressed in a kind tone. The shorter of the two fought back tears as he tried his best not to break in front of the android. Richard glanced at his overwhelmed counterpart, "I'm here for you, Gavin," he whispered into the detective's ear, "Don't push me away."
The shaken officer finally broke down as he smeared his face into his partner's shoulder, letting out years' worth of tears. He clawed on RK900's uniform, holding onto the android for dear life. Richard caressed the back of his partner's head, stroking Gavin's brown locks as he comforted the shorter man. The android remained silent as he allowed his colleague to shed tears, providing a much needed shoulder to lean on.
After several minutes of bawling, the weary brunette looked up at the android, "We never, and I mean never, speak of this again," he warned in a trembling voice. "Yes, detective" Richard nodded, "I understand," he smiled, LED reverting to a relieving blue.