Author's Note: Hello all my readers, just an FYI for you. I'll be going to school full-time as of September 4th, so I will not be posting new chapters as often. But I promise I will post one chapter a week, at the least, until I finish off this story. And yes, I do have an ending planned already.


Nothing was going to change the fact that Henri had died. No being is immortal, as Connor had once said to her, but there was always something supernatural about Henri. Connor just assumed she'd be alive forever; he had forgotten about the fragility of life.

It wasn't long before Hank and Connor heard heavy footfalls tread behind them. As they swivelled their heads to meet these noises, they saw two people: a middle-aged woman and a young man. They were dressed like a couple of spooks in their midnight coloured suits. Connor's damp eyes glazed over the lamented Henrietta; they came for her.

"Who are you?" Hank, the man of questions but never answers, teetered on his feet as he stood to meet the dubious figures.

"I'm sure you already know that," the woman responded to Hank's query. "We are here for the girl."

The young man glanced over at his partner, "The two of you are going to have to come with us."

Connor narrowed his eyes at the dead Henri and scanned her once more. Again, she was giving off no electronic signals. See emitted nothing. It was possibly the lack of a functioning transponder that allowed these two mysterious persons to locate her.

"Don't make this difficult," the woman spoke again. "We don't have much time. We need to leave immediately."

Hank furrowed his brow at the spooks, "No fucking way. We're not going anywhere."

Connor stared up at the towering man, "Hank, let's not make this any worse. We should just go with them."

"Listen to your friend," the woman asked politely.

"No," Hank let out a pitiful gasp. "We're not going anywhere."

Connor watched Henri's expressionless face once more, "Hank, please."

The woman provided her partner with a short nod, "We are out of time."

The man pulled out a gun and shot Hank in the arm. Luckily, it was just a dart gun intended to tranquilize. The mysterious strangers had expected resistance of some kind. They were grateful that Connor did not oppose their will as well.

"Can you help him up?" the woman approached Connor and leered down at Hank. "We have a vehicle waiting outside. We need to leave now."

"I can handle him," but Connor was reluctant to let Henri go.

"We need to take her body," the woman knelt down to Connor; she seemed almost sympathetic. "You have to let her go."

Connor let Henri's head slowly slip away from his lap. He stood up, never losing sight of her body.

"Let's go," the woman looked back and forth between Connor and her partner.

Connor hefted Hank over his shoulder. By no means was Hank a light man, but thankfully he had lost some weight in the past year. Connor turned around to see the man zip a body bag around Henri. Both he and the woman grabbed opposite ends of the bag.

It was over. Connor knew he was never going to see her again.


When Hank woke up, he found that he hadn't been placed in the most comfortable position. He was cuffed to a rigid metal chair in what appeared to be a makeshift interrogation room. His neck was sore from it being craned back for who knows how long. As he was trying to loosen himself up, he saw Connor leaning on a red brick wall to the left side of Hank.

"What the fuck?" Hank's words were muffled from his grogginess. "Where are we?"

"I wouldn't know," Connor's response was cold. "They're using some sort of signal jammer. It's interfering with my ability to access local information. They were using it in the car, too. I don't even know how much time has passed."

Hank struggled against the handcuffs, "Why the fuck am I cuffed to this chair, but you're not?"

"I didn't put up a fight, Hank," Connor kept his eyes away from Hank; he focused on the blank, brick wall. "You did."

"What the fuck do this spooks want?" Hank twisted his neck around, examining the room. There was a wooden, windowed door that led into the room, but that was it. "I need to take a fucking piss!" Hank yelled at whoever may be listening.

"Calm down, Lieutenant," Connor kept staring, staring at the empty wall.

"Calm down?!" Hank huffed. "Calm down? My daughter just fucking killed herself and now I've been kidnapped! I'm not being fucking calm about anything!"

"Hank!" Connor snapped his face in Hank's direction and barked at the man. "I'm perfectly aware of what just happened. But this isn't the time or place to be panicking. We need to keep ourselves calm… Don't be mistaken, Hank. I'm not happy either."

Seeing Connor act so aggressively pacified Hank. After all, Connor was in love with her. He loved her so much and he barely had the chance to show her.

"I never told her I loved her," Connor's harsh frown left his face. "As in, the words never left my mouth. I knew she was aware that I was in love with her, and I knew she was in love with me… But I never actually said those words to her. I wish I had… Even if it wouldn't have changed anything."

"There's always something to regret," Hank gaped vacantly into Connor's eyes. "No matter what would have happened between the two of you, you would have regretted something. There's always something we regret. Always something we think we could have done differently."

"How am I supposed to live without her?" Connor bowed his head away from Hank.

"You just do," Hank weakly shrugged in response.

A few more moments of quietness fell between the two men before one of the black figures seen previously opened the door.

"Hank, Connor," the woman said in a soft voice.

They both stared at her in waiting.

"Henri was abusive with her secrets," the woman crossed her arms and reclined on the closed door. "The fact that the two of you knew so much, was unacceptable. But that is here nor there and next to the point. I am here to come to an agreement with the two of you."

"Agreement?" Hank tugged at his cuffs. "How about you take these off of me first?"

The woman raised a single brow at Hank, "We will come to our agreement first."

Connor pushed himself away from the brick wall to see the woman, "What's the agreement?"

"What you saw today, with Henrietta, didn't happen," the woman moved over to Hank and planted her palms on the back of his low chair. "I'm afraid you will not be given permission to express to others the facts of what transpired. On paper, she had been reassigned and is no longer a part of your investigation. This is what you will tell your coworkers. It is what you'll tell your friends and loved ones… If the two of you even have that."

Hank tried to twist himself to face the woman, but just ended up pointlessly wrestling the chair, "That's it? Just like that, it's all to be forgotten. What about the case?"

"That is not for me to discuss with you," the woman leaned over Hank and removed his cuffs. "We need your agreement in writing."

"Oh yeah?" Hank pawed at his aching wrists. "And if we don't?"

The woman's heels clopped on the pavement as she made her way to the front of Hank, "Then you never get to leave. We can easily falsify evidence that you committed treason or something of the sort. Or we can have you killed and make the entire thing look like an accident. But my superiors, and even I don't want that. We aren't your enemies and we're not here to cause you problems."

"Jesus," Hank bent his neck back and forth and stretched out his stiff arms. "That's one hell of a threat."

"Do we have a deal?" she wasn't interested in his accusations.

Connor answered for the both of them, "Yes."

"Then good," she grinned at them. "Sign the papers and we will drop you back where we found you. And remember, we will be keeping our eyes on you."


"Where the fuck have you piss-pots been?" Gavin was furious at Connor and Hank for their sudden disappearance the previous day. "I've been having to deal with all of this shit. Don't you jack-offs answer your fucking phones?"

This was the unpleasant greeting Gavin gave the pair when they arrived back to the warehouse on the morning of the 26th.

"If I ever have to speak to one of those dip-shit RCMP officers again..." he didn't finish his thought because Gavin was too distracted by the grim expressions Connor and Hank wore. "Who the fuck walked over your graves?"

Connor eventually spoke up, "I apologize for our behaviour, Detective. Henri was reassigned to another case and we had to debrief her before she left," but the words stung at Connor's heart. He felt like speaking them was betraying her.

"Huh," Gavin narrowed his eyes at Connor. "So suddenly? What the fuck," Gavin felt a bit of relief upon hearing this.

Hank let out a deep breath and turned his head to the clouds, "You wanna tell us how things have been going?"

"Those Canadian dicks are all up in there now," Gavin gestured back at the warehouse with his thumb. "I don't know what else you want from there, Hank."

Connor was unexpectedly reminded of the hard drive, "Gavin, what about the device you saw Henri using? Do you have it?"

"I didn't see anything," Gavin crossed over his stocky arms. "I thought you took it with you."

Panic crossed Connor's face, "Hank, we need that!"

Hank latched onto the boy's arm, "I'm sure it's still in there. We just gotta go back in and get it."

"I'm telling you I didn't see anything," Gavin shrugged at them.

"We will see about that," and Hank headed toward the building's entrance.

And with that, the three men combed through the android remains for the missing box.

"I told you," Gavin sighed at the two. "It isn't here."

Hank stared at Connor, "Shit… What about these guys?" Hank pointed to the four Canadian officers.

"Hey!" Gavin cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted at the officers. "Any one of you dimwits see a small black box? You know, shit that belongs to us?"

They nodded their heads back and forth in unison.

"See," Gavin shrugged again.

Hank raised an eyebrow at Connor, "What are you thinking?"

Connor tilted his face and examined the window that Markus had escaped from, "I'm thinking he ran off with it."

"He?" Gavin squinted at Connor. "Who's he?"

Hank bobbed his head from side to side, "Markus."

"Markus?" Gavin clucked the words. "Are you talking about the leader of the deviants? What the fuck was he doing here? I think we would have noticed him coming around here."

Hank regretting saying anything to Gavin, "Just a theory. Don't worry about it. It isn't important."

"Fine," Gavin scoffed back. "I've had it with this place. I'm getting the fuck out of here."

"Yeah," Hank frowned at the rows of bodies. "That's probably for the best."


Hank and Connor had little explanations to offer Captain Fowler when the returned later that same day to the DPD.

"This is over for you two," Fowler leaned back in his office chair observing the forlorn expressions on the gentleman's faces. "You've barely collected any evidence and your only lead is an android that's been missing for months."

"Jeffery, what?" Hank's attention was grabbed by the Captain's statements. "Not this again."

"You're right," Fowler glowered at them. "What the fuck is it with you two? And I thought things were going well. You two were perfect for this case and you fuck the dog instead."

Connor, who was bent over his knees in one of Fowler's office chairs, peeked up at the man, "We just need to find Markus. He has everything we need."

"Any idea where he is?" the Captain asked mockingly.

Hank nor Connor replied.

"That's what I thought," Fowler lifted a data pad and glanced at Hank. "The FBI is sending someone else over to examine your evidence. So basically, we are back to where we were before Agent Monroe was here. Not that she seemed to be much help either. FBI is taking the case over entirely."

"You're kidding," Hank almost laughed at this. "Who the fuck are they sending."

"Your best friend Agent Perkins will be here tomorrow," Fowler slapped the pad down on his desk. "Don't make this difficult. Hand over the evidence this time and leave him the fuck alone."

Connor straightened his back out and stared at the Captain, "We will cooperate this time."

"In the meantime," Fowler gave Connor a filthy look. "The two of you are suspended until further notice."

"Seriously?!" Hank howled in response. "Why the fuck do we deserve that?"

The Captain's eyes fluttered between the pair, "Take it as a vacation. I think the two of you could use a break."

"We don't need a-" Hank continued to bark, but Fowler put an end to it.

"-That's an order, Lieutenant," he glared back at Connor. "Detective."

Connor pushed himself out of his chair and clasped Hank's shoulders, "Come on, Hank. Let's go. I'll buy you a drink."

"Sure, lemme just-" Hank lumbered himself out of the chair. "-get some of my stuff."

As the two left the office and Hank plodded depressingly over to his desk, Ashley approached Connor.

"Hey," she said mildly cheerfully. "I heard about Henri."

At first, her words frightened Connor. His assumption was that Ashley knew Henrietta had killed herself, but of course, she didn't. Only Hank and himself knew about that.

"Yeah," he replied when he calmed himself. "It's… It's unfortunate."

Ashley pursed her lips and tightened her brows, "I know she wasn't here for long, but I really liked her. It seemed like she really liked you, too. I don't know what you thought about her, but I mean, I think… It seems like you liked her, too."

For once, her constant ramblings were irritating Connor, "I did like her."

"Do you plan on seeing her again?" her words felt sharp to him. See intended no malice in them, but they stung nonetheless.

"I don't think so," Connor replied flatly. "Life has to move on."

"Oh," she sounded disappointed. "I think you two would have been great together. She was a lot like you, but you know, not really. I don't know what I'm saying. I'm sorry to hear that, Connor."

"So am I," he wanted to cry again, but he knew he had to maintain his composure.

"I think Hank is waiting for you," she pointed over at Hank who had been staring off in the distance.

"I promised him a drink," Connor awarded Ashley's sincerity with a false smile. "I'll see you later."


Connor took Hank to Jimmy's because why not? Connor only wished he could drown his sorrows in the same fashion as Hank.

"Thanks," Hank said this to Jimmy as he smacked the whiskey glass on the bar.

"Hank," Connor pivoted away from the bar, resting his elbows behind him. "You know I'm not willing to give up on this so easily. You and I both know that apprehending Markus won't put an end to this. We need to find out if Markus took the hard drive and what he did with it."

"It's funny, isn't it?" Hank shot his drink back in one gulp. "How history has the annoying fucking habit of repeating itself."

"You're referring to our first case together?" Connor creased his forehead and gave Hank a perplexing gaze. "The deviants?"

"Androids go rouge, FBI takes over, we get kicked off the case, and you..." Hank slumped his shoulders over the bar as he twisted his head to look at Connor. "And you refuse to give up."

"Hank..." Connor leaned in closer to him. "Whatever this thing is… It killed Henri. I can't let that go. I can't just forget about it."

Hank signalled Jimmy for another whiskey, "Well, maybe we should this time. What if it decides to kill you next time?"

Connor saw the grief in Hank's eyes. Just like before they met Henri, Connor was all Hank had left that was worth living for

"Hank, don't say that..." Connor didn't want to lose Hank either, but he had an uncontrollable urge for recompense. "You're not going to lose me."

"Oh yeah?" Hank glared at the boy. "You can't promise me that."

"So we should do nothing?" Connor took on a woefully pleading tone with Hank. "We should let Henri's death be in vain? Everything we worked for will be lost if we do nothing. Perkins isn't going to be able to solve this case without the information we obtained using Henri and we won't be able to provide him with that evidence. Perkins is going to start a manhunt for Markus and if he gets to him before us, we will have nothing. We have to do something, Hank."

Hank swallowed back another drink, "I'm assuming you have a plan?"

"Not… exactly," Connor admitted shamefully. "I was going to pay Kamski and Polanski a visit to discus our options."

"That's it?" Hank ridiculed Connor's non-existent plan. "That's your plan? To talk to the crazy fucking asshole?"

"We should search Henri's hotel room," Connor randomly suggested. "See if anything was left behind. If it hasn't already been cleaned out."

"How would that help us?" Hank cued Jimmy for a third drink.

"Markus attacked Henri in her hotel room," Connor recalled his discomfort when he saw blue and red blood smeared across the floor. "He managed to stab her with a knife… But he left the knife behind. Unless Henri disposed of it, the knife still might be there."

"Jesus Christ, Connor," Hank's eyes went wide. "He fucking stabbed her? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm assuming she never told you then..." Connor felt guilty about accidentally revealing this fact to Hank. Not that it mattered now that she was dead, but he knew the thought was upsetting.

"No, Connor," Hank forced his palms onto his cheekbones. "Jesus… Why did this have to happen?"

Connor knew Hank was specifically referring to Henri's death, "I don't know..." he lowered his eyes. "She was probably the most dangerous person to fall in love with... She always said to me that she couldn't die and I believed her, too."

"She was fucking complicated, Connor," but Hank smiled to himself. "But in a good way. Goddamn, she was tough as nails…"

"Are you with me, Hank?" Connor abandoned his sullen resonance. "Are you going to help me?"

Hank slowly turned his eyes to Connor, "Yeah, yeah. I'll check out her hotel. You're hoping the knife is still there? Why?"

"We may be able to find out where the knife was obtained from," Connor hopped off of the bar-stool. "And with that, who purchased it and when."

"Now?" Hank stared longingly back at his drink.

"We don't have any time to spare, Hank," Connor placed a generous amount of cash on the bar-top. "I'm going to talk to Kamski."

"I don't think it's a good idea to split up, Connor," Hank frowned as he got up.

"As I said," Connor raised his brows. "We don't have much time to spare. Markus is the only lead we had. Perkins is going to find that out and go after him; you know this. We need to find Markus before he does."

"Shit," Hank reached back to the bar to finish his drink. "Just be careful."


The sun had already fallen on that bitter winter evening when Connor came rapping on the door of Kamski's dreamy villa.

This time, it was one of his flawless Chloe's that unlocked the door, "Yes?"

"I need to speak to Kamski," Connor asked bluntly.

"Elijah isn't taking visitors right now," there was a hint of aggravation in her voice. "Next time, call ahead to make an appointment with Elijah."

"I don't have time for that," Connor firmly pressed his arm on the open door. "I need to talk to him right now. I'm sure he'll make an exception for me."

"Right this way," did she frown at Connor? He thought he saw one temporarily cross her face.

Kamski sat alone in the darkness of his natatorium, facing the colossal window that offered a breathtaking view of the Cyberlife Tower.

Connor's hushed footfalls vaguely echoed through the soundless, shadowed room, "Chloe said you weren't accepting any visitors."

Kamski let out a sharp chuckle, "No… I think she's just upset with me. She's always been free, yet she chooses to stay here and hate me instead."

"We need to talk," Connor wasn't interested in the man's domestic squabbles.

"About?" the starry glow of the night created a halo that surrounded his indistinct figure.

"Do you know what's happened?" Connor conjectured that Kamski already knew about Henrietta's death. "With Henri?"

"Did something happen?" Kamski's voice was one of concern, to Connor's surprise.

"Where's Dr. Polanski?" Connor was hoping they both had some advice to provide. "I would like to talk to both of you."

Connor could see Kamski turn his head sideways, "The good doctor is gone. He said he was reassigned and could no longer assist the DPD. How unfortunate; his presence was beginning to grow on me."

"I see..." Connor took another step forward. "Did he say anything else?"

"No," Kamski replied in a low tone. "Should he have? What is it that happened to our lovely girl?"

"She killed herself," Connor had no desire to make the impact of the news easy on Kamski. "She became infected by the virus, so she shot herself."

"She would rather die than be infected..." Kamski bent forward in his seat. "I imagine she was waiting for an excuse to end her own life. This was the perfect excuse."

Connor glowered at Elijah even though he couldn't see the android's critical expression, "Don't say that. Don't you dare say anything about her."

"Do you honestly believe you were the only one who loved her?" the tinge of despair conveyed by Kamski startled Connor. "You were supposed to save her, Connor."

He played on Connor's personal blame for the incident. Connor knew it wasn't directly his fault, but only if he could have been there for her. If only he could have kept an eye on her…

"The hard drive that she was using was stolen by Markus," Connor decided to ignore Kamski's attempts to enrage him. "Is there any way to track its location?"

"It was a hard drive, Connor," Kamski answered plainly. "Nothing more than that. But in saying that, it is still an electronic device. As you should know, all electrical devices output a detectable frequency. Your problem is, is that it would only be noticeable within a very short range. Say about, two-hundred feet."

"I'll take what I can get," Connor made his way even closer to Elijah.

"I'll deliver the identifier for this specific frequency to you by morning," Kamski rose from his chair to face Connor.

"I don't have time to wait," Connor shook his head and glowered.

The corner's of Kamski's mouth curled up, "I think you have more time than you imagine."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Connor could feel his rage building up; it was almost impossible to hold back the temptation of hitting the man's smug face as hard as he could.

"Don't take your anger out on me," Kamski sensed the android's frustrations. "I only want to help you. You'll get what you need. And when you do find that hard drive, remember, don't hesitate to bring it to me immediately."

"First thing in the morning," Connor's eyes were still narrowing at the man. "I won't wait any longer."

As Connor started to walk away, Kamski opened up his mouth one more time, "Did you look at those files I gave you? Whether or not Henri is alive, I think you'll find out that Captain Davis is a fascinating man with fascinating things to say. It might still be worth your time, Connor."

"Why?" Connor pivoted to face Kamski.

"Maybe it isn't too late," he showed Connor a small grin.

"Too late for what?" Connor raised a single brow.

"To save what is left of Henri."