AN: I will send you a PM Darnea.

It had been nine in the morning when someone knocks on the door. Hank had left an hour previous to work while Connor had been left home as per usual. To have any sort of guest was a rare occasion because there were not many people who wanted to visit Hank. If they had any business with him they would arrange a meeting place. House visits were not typical. Connor soon learns that the visitor is not there for Hank - however - because when he opens the door he finds Kara staring back at him with curious blue eyes.

"Kara," Connor greets. He wonders how she knew where he lived and why she was here. He didn't think she would willingly seek him out unless she needed something.

Connor opens the door wider and gestures inside. "Why don't you come in?" He invites. He wouldn't have her standing on the porch all day.

Kara steps into Hank's home and examines her surroundings. She seems to consider the couch for a moment before turning her eyes to the dining table. It is there where she finally decides to sit down on one of the wooden chairs. Connor follows her by sitting on the chair across from hers.

Connor didn't bother cutting corners. She was here for a reason and he was intent on finding out. "What is it that you need?" He asks. It catches Kara's eyes from wandering around the kitchen and snaps them back on his own.

"I heard you were running a private detective business and…" Kara looks as if she isn't sure on what she's going to say next, but continues regardless, "And… my friend… Luther… he hasn't been back for three weeks. I haven't heard from him at all."

Connor leans forward in interest. "Where did you learn about my desire on creating a detective agency?" He asks. If she truly was interested that would mean that she was his first customer. Yet, that in itself posed a problem. His agency wasn't up yet. There were a variety of things he needed to do in order to create the business and one of them was to gain a degree in criminal justice. Now, Connor wasn't sure if that was necessary since he was programmed with the knowledge that took humans years to study. There was no questioning his reliability in cases. He had already worked alongside Hank on deviant cases which stood as proof of his capabilities in the crime field. However, he was no longer working for Cyberlife, and they didn't have permission to send an android to work for the police force anymore. Perhaps he would still need to obtain certification in order to proceed from here.

"Markus," Kara answers simply, "I already went to the police but all they did was put up a missing person's report. Markus directed me to you… and…"

Connor went straight to the point, "And how can you trust me to do this?" Her mistrust in him was something she hadn't hidden since day one. There was obvious hesitance in her voice throughout their conversation - as if she was unsure about giving Connor so much personal information - and then there was the way she fiddled with her fingers in her lap. A sign of nervousness. Unease. Cyberlife was scarily accurate on portraying emotions in their machines. Connor was seeing it first-hand right now. Connor was also a result of their efforts although he wasn't created to be as empathetic as Kara's model was.

"You…" Kara trails off, "I… well… It couldn't hurt to try and… Markus trusts you…"

Connor changes the subject quickly, "Where did Luther go?"

Kara's demeanor changes in an instant. Luther seemed to be her trigger word. Now she looked more resolute.

"He went to visit a friend of ours. Rose. She helped us cross the border to Canada during the android liberation. She said she needed help and he volunteered. He said he'd be back in three days but I haven't seen him since. He just disappeared off the surface of the Earth. He won't answer my comms or anyone else's for that matter. He just… vanished… and I don't know what to do. I went to go visit Rose myself only to find her missing too. Her son was there though and he said she headed out with Luther and never came back."

Connor narrows his eyes.

"They're in trouble," he states.

Kara nods, biting her bottom lip, "That is what I fear."

"Well, Kara," Connor thinks aloud, "I cannot be paid for this service until I have official confirmation from the state. However, I would still like to investigate this matter. Granted that I find Luther and Rose… I would have to go to the police for aid… and of course I won't go without the proper evidence. I'll need your help. I don't have a lot of money-..." That was an understatement. Connor actually had no money and was living off of Hank's salary. "So I will need a little help in order to travel from place to place. Any other investigative equipment is already equipped within my software so we won't have to worry about that."

Connor was a walking camera. He could record and memorize everything he saw. Yet, he could not rely on recordings alone. He would have to gather some tangible evidence too if he really wanted to convince the police to find justice.

"I…" Kara pauses, "I think I can help."

Connor nods.

"Good. Now, is there anything else you know? Even the smallest piece of information can help."

Kara tells him everything.

Connor listens.