Richard's gaze drifted from the snowy streets of Downtown Detroit to his stern-looking counterpart who was clearly lost in thought. Scars on Broadway's Never Forget softly hummed over the radio while the android continued to analyze the brunet's distraught features.

Gavin let out a sigh, rolling his eyes before he met the machine's stare. "What?" he asked, slightly irked. "Can you stop fucking looking at me and focus on the road in front of you?" the officer pointed to the windshield.

"I prefer observing you over the road," Richard smirked, "However, your safety is of utmost priority, so I will oblige," he expressed suavely before heeding his partner's words and glancing back at the street.

Gavin's eyes rounded as a light shade of red highlighted his cheeks. He folded his arms over his chest and sunk further into his seat, muttering to himself. "You better not get us killed," he murmured under his breath.

"I'll try not to," the android stated in a softened tone.

The brunet continued to gaze outside the passenger's side window, his eyes following passing businesses and streetlights. "How much longer until we get to the tailor shop?" Gavin asked as his left leg restlessly bounced up and down.

"Not very long," the android reassured, "I'd say about ten minutes."

The detective exhaled before bringing his arm to the windowsill to rest his head on his hand. He couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anxiety brewing in the pit of his stomach making him feel nauseous.

"I noticed you still keep the photo of you and the Sergeant at your station," RK900 stated as he prepared to make a right turn.

Gavin retracted his head, his partner's statement catching him off guard. He drew his brows together, "Yeah, I…" he stopped to think, "I don't know why I still have it on my desk," he shrugged his shoulders before averting the android's gaze, "I should probably get rid of it."

Richard shot a sympathetic look at his partner, "If the photograph holds sentimental value," the machine paused, "I see no reason to dispose of it."

"No, I want to burn it," the detective quickly expressed, "It's just that every time I've tried to over these last coupla days, my hands start shaking," he tapped his head against the window.

RK900 lowered his lids as he empathized with his colleague. The android parsed through several dialogue options before realizing that perhaps remaining quiet was the best choice.

An awkward bit of silence passed as the only audible sounds were that of the radio advertising the masquerade ball for the ninth time and the heater emanating a warm breeze throughout the car.

"Hey, Richard?" Gavin turned his head towards the machine.

"Yes, detective?" the android answered with piqued interest.

"What happens if an android…" he glanced at the ground as he debated on finishing his question, "…if an android shuts down?"

Richard's eyes widened as he looked at his counterpart, noting the brunet's elevated heart rate and worried features. He then lowered his lids before returning to stare at the road, "The android will likely be repaired and reset."

"Reset?" the detective asked in an alarmed manner, "As in, you'll lose your memories?" his eyes darted up and down his colleague, fear driving his reactions.

RK900 let out a small sigh, "Gavin, please," he shook his head, "While I appreciate your concern, I promise you nothing will happen to m—"

"You don't know John," the detective warned, "You don't know what he's capable of."

Richard raised a brow before looking to his counterpart.

"Don't let his age fool you," Gavin cautioned the android, "He's a fucking tank and he won't hesitate to bash your skull in like he did with the others."

"He caught the others by surprise," RK900 pointed out, "I am also currently the most advanced model ever made," he smugly retorted, "I'm sure I can handle a fifty four year old retired officer."

"Quit being a jackass," the detective demanded, "I need you to take me seriously, I—" he hesitated for a moment, "—I don't think I can take watching you die in front of me."

Richard's eyes snapped open, Gavin's words like a hammer knocking against his head. His fans kicked into gear as he felt the detective's hand coyly graze his right thigh.

"You need to promise me," Gavin expressed through pressed teeth, "Promise you won't die," he looked at the android in desperation.

RK900 humbly smiled, elated by how deeply the detective cared for the machine's well-being, "As I've said before, I—"

"Promise me!" the brunet shouted, evidently distressed.

The android analyzed the officer momentarily before opening his mouth, "I promise, Gavin."

The officer let out a shaky breath as he shut his eyes. There was a pause, followed by a faint "Okay."

"This is it," Richard stated as he pulled into the curb to park the car, "This is where Reggie advised us to visit."

Gavin whistled as he looked up at the store's intricate sign and entrance, "Get a load of this place," he raised his brows while scoping out the sizable building, "Looks pretty fancy."

"Well, it is a suit shop," the android remarked, "And a fairly high-end one at that. It's expected that an establishment designed to sew and cr—"

"Okay, okay, Jesus," the brunet motioned with his hands, "I get it, so zip it, will ya?" he opened the passenger's side door and exited the vehicle. "Now, come on," he gestured with his head, "The sooner we get the suits the sooner we have the opportunity to come up with a plan for the ball."

RK900 nodded before taking the key out of the ignition and stepping out of the car. He quickly locked the doors of the vehicle as he walked alongside Gavin and gave the brunet the keys.

As the pair approached the entrance, Richard began slowing his pace until ultimately halting in place.

Gavin peered over his shoulder before coming to a full stop, "What is it?" he turned his body towards the android.

"I've been meaning to ask you detective," the machine began, "Is there any particular reason you drive an outdated vehicle?"

The officer crinkled his nose and furrowed his brows in confusion, "Is now really the fucking time for this? Weren't you the one bitching about what little time we have left to get everything done?"

"My apologies," Richard shrugged off, "I understand it was a silly question but I couldn't help but be a bit inquisitive."

Gavin brought a hand to pinch the skin between his brows. After a momentary pause he crossed his arms over his chest, "It was my mother's car."

RK900's eyes rounded, slightly surprised by how easily Gavin surrendered to the question.

The brunet sighed, "I grew up in the backseat of that janky thing and when she died, I didn't have it in me to scrap it for cash." He glanced up at the android, "Does that answer your question?"

"I didn't realize it was a sensitive topic, dete—"

"Oh shut up," Gavin dismissed as he continued to make his way to the entrance of the store, "I'm not a kid," he shook his head, "I don't get choked up easily so relax."

Richard shot a doubtful glance at his colleague, "Highly debatable."

"Hey," the brunet expressed in an offended manner as he nudged the android's shoulder, "I'm not that bad."

"Also debatable," Richard playfully expressed with a smile.

The door opened with a jingle as the officers made their way into the store.

A beautiful blonde android gazed up from the front desk as she heard the bell. She curled her mouth into a smile before walking around her workspace and over to the pair. "Hello, gentlemen," the young woman greeted, "Welcome to The Suit Maker. My name is Julia," she expressed with a warm tone, "How may I be of assistance?"

The men exchanged glances before Gavin turned to the lady. "Hey Julia," he began, "I'm Gavin and this is my partner, Richard," the men took out their badges, "We're from the DP—"

"Ah, yes" the blonde nodded, "Detective Reed and Richard," she stated with kind eyes, "I've been expecting the two of you for some time now. Reggie told me the both of you would be stopping by," she clapped, "Please, follow me to the back," she motioned the pair with a hand.

Gavin remained frozen, mouth slightly ajar before he looked to his counterpart.

Richard met the detective's stare, shrugged, then brought his hands behind his back as he shadowed Julia.

The brunet quickly followed his partner, still recovering from the blonde's surprising introduction.

"So, what kept the two of you? Reggie had phoned in telling me to expect a pair of officers soon but that was three days ago," Julia peered over at the men.

"We were a bit preoccupied with collecting evidence regarding a suspect," Richard explained, "I'm not sure how much you know but—"

"You're looking for Garrett's murderer, aren't you?" the blonde cocked a brow.

"Damn it, Reggie," Gavin whispered under his breath.

Richard's eyes shifted from his irked partner to Julia who had her hair pulled into a high ponytail. "Yes," he confirmed, "We have reason to believe that our culprit will be attending Kamski's masquerade ball."

"So I've been told," Julia nodded, "I'm under the impression that you both need suits, yes?" she smirked as all three of them continued to make their way towards the back of the store.

"That's correct," RK900 stated, fiddling with his cufflinks.

"Perfect!" the blonde android expressed in jubilance, "I have just the attire for you two. Oh, and don't you worry about the price," she smiled, "These suits are on the house."

Gavin's eyes widened, "R-really? I mean, it's fine, we can pay for the—"

"Don't be silly! When am I ever going to get another chance at helping officers with an investigation? And an android-related one at that," Julia expressed, "The suits will be free of charge," she insisted.

"That's sweet of you, Julia," Gavin stated with a thankful cadence, "We appreciate that."

A few seconds of silence passed as Richard eyed Julia's pale skin, light brown eyes and red flannel shirt. "Pardon me for coming off bluntly but I've never seen your model before," RK900 stated through narrowed eyes, "My facial recognition software must be flawed as it doesn't recognize your model number."

Julia's eyes rounded before she let out a small laugh, "It's not flawed at all," she smiled kindly before turning towards the pair. "I was never on the market as a product," she gestured with hands, "That's probably why you're having a hard time placing me."

Gavin tilted his head to the side, "Never on the market?" he lifted his shoulders, "I don't get it, were you not made by CyberLife?"

"I was," Julia nodded.

"Then why weren't you ever sold on the market? Don't all CyberLife androids get created for the sole purpose of being sold for profit?" the brunet creased a brow.

"I was a prototype artisan model," the blonde explained with a gleam her eye, "Me and a handful of other prototypes never made it to the market either due to lack of public interest in our specialties or because Kamski himself took a liking to our skills and decided to privatize," she paused, "In my case, it was the latter." Julia folded her arms over her chest, "Kamski kept me for a while but I grew tired of that life. I was designed to sew ornate gowns and dashing tuxedos," she passionately motioned, "Not dress up and become someone's personal Barbie doll."

"So how'd you end up here?" the detective asked in a softer tone.

"Reggie," the blonde smiled, "I owe him so much. It's because of him that I, along with many other androids are able to do what we love. Because of him I was able to leave and start a career as a tailor," she glanced at the men who were listening intently. "As Kamski's right-hand man, Reggie spent an ample amount of time at the mansion and so I saw him often. I noticed he was sympathetic towards androids and after hearing he was romantically involved with one, I thought I could appeal to him."

"And judging by what you do now, I take it he really did help you out," Gavin smirked.

Julia happily nodded, "After speaking with him, Reggie took it upon himself to not only convince Kamski to let me go but he also bought me a store," she spread her arms, "This store right here," she stated with a big grin, "So that I could do what I love without ever having to be controlled."

"That's very kind of Mr. Sanders," Richard remarked, "And judging by all the exclusive suits and tuxedos you carry, I take it you tend to many upscale men."

"I do," Julia confirmed with a pleased expression, "What can I say?" she shrugged, "I like what I do and not for nothing but I'm fairly good at it."

The three finally made it to the dressing rooms in the very back of the large store. "Now comes the fun part!" Julia hopped up and down, "I have just the thing for you two. Stay here while I go fetch the suits."

Both Gavin and Richard watched Julia scurry to a rack some aisles down and sift through a few articles of clothing before quickly returning to the officers with a white tux in one hand and a smaller black tux in the other.

"I went ahead and calculated your sizes based off of your posture and height-to-weight ratio. If I made a mistake, please don't hesitate to ask for another size," she expressed before handing the white tux to Richard and the black, to Gavin. "I felt that a lighter color would draw out your eyes, RK900," Julia explained with expressive gestures, "And for you Gavin, black would highlight your lean physique."

"Thank you, Julia," Richard politely bowed his head, "We'll try these on immediately and we'll let you know how they fit."

The blonde nodded and mentioned to meet her in the front of the store once finished in the fitting rooms.

The men watched as Julia made her way back to the front desk, humming a delightful tune as she walked away. Richard then turned to his counterpart with a nefarious smirk, "Possibly an inappropriate remark but I've always fantasized about making love to you while you're dressed in a tight tuxedo."

Gavin's eyes shot open, his face instantly heating up as his mind sorted through the machine's words.

RK900 pulled the detective closer to him, their waists pressing into one another, "Picturing you in a suit gets me hot, Gavin," he whispered into the blushing brunet's ear.

"Y-you…uhn," the officer arched his brows as the android nuzzled into his hair, "Now's not the time for this, you pervert," he tried pushing the machine away.

"But I like seeing you flustered," Richard smiled through lidded eyes, "I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from eating you up once in formal attire."

Gavin whined as RK900 planted kisses behind his ear and neck, "We're in a s-store, you idiot. Stop or we'll get caught," he pleaded with searing cheeks.

Richard let out a small chuckle, "Should I really stop, detective?" he grazed the brunet's chin.

"Hn…We'll get caught," Gavin repeated with parted lips.

"Such a beautiful face," the android eyed his shorter counterpart, before pulling away.

Gavin leaded forward a bit, expecting his partner to kiss him.

Richard cocked a brow as he grabbed his suit, "Were you expecting something else perhaps?" the android smirked.

The detective blinked a few times as if expecting the machine to not have listened to his pleas. "I'll stop for now," the android clarified, "But know that I'll be practicing much self-control as I try not to rip off your suit and bend you over a table."

"Gentlemen, please!" Julia shouted from the front of the store, "Do try to keep in mind that those suits are made of the highest quality fabric and I'd rather not get them sullied if possible!" she openly declared, voice radiating throughout the entirety of the shop.

Gavin slammed his head against the dressing room wall as he was passed feeling embarrassed at this point. He then turned to Richard, blushing ear-to-ear, "I blame you for this, you horny bastard! Come into my dressing room and I'll deck you," he warned through squinted eyes.

Richard let out a hushed laugh as he watched his flustered counterpart storm into his dressing room, mumbling in protest before shutting the curtains on the android's face.