I can't wait to serve you, Detective
November 15, 2023 at 8:26 AM
Gavin's wet strands of hair stick to his forehead, he tries to remove them, but the rain prevents him from doing so. Standing aside and not hearing the conversations of the other policemen, he is completely preoccupied with his thoughts. Shivering and already sniffling from the cold, Reed stands motionless, arms crossed over his chest, only occasionally snorts in the direction of Connor and Hank. Fucking Fowler, put fucking Hank with his fucking wind-up doll as his partner today, and he didn't care that Connor was a deviant, he didn't treat him differently. He was still an android, and Gavin still hated androids.
At least Reed wanted to think he hated androids.
The detective was still leaning against someone else's car, if only he could, he would get out of here right now, his presence seemed to be not particularly necessary here. Shifting his tired gaze to his partners, he noticed Hank beckoning him to him.
— Gavin, this way. — Without even looking in his direction, the Lieutenant shouted.
Rolling his eyes, the detective wearily moved in their direction. Hoping that they found at least something interesting. Connor was looking at the blood on the asphalt, and Anderson was trying to light a cigarette covering his hands from the rain. After examining him from head to toe, Reed clicked his tongue, and then looked at the deviant.
— Well? This is blood, take a sample and for examination.
Gavin looked back at Hank with as much intelligence as he could muster, trying not to cross eyes with Connor. Grinning, Anderson still managed to light a cigarette, and then, still grinning, turned his gaze to Reed.
— We can do it here. — Still smiling, the lieutenant looked at Connor as if he was proud of his ability to lick everything and everything.
The android gently ran his finger along the asphalt, a couple of drops of blood remained on the index and middle finger. Gavin's bewildered gaze was presented with a truly terrible — in his opinion—sight. Connor easily licked his fingers while reading the information he received, he slightly held them in his mouth. Reed opened his mouth in amazement, looking at him, he heard Hank grinning in the background, seeing Gavin's reaction to this, but the detective didn't hear him anymore.
His brain — unfortunately for him —had a wonderful imagination and had already managed to draw a couple... interesting pictures. Connor easily licks his fingers with the tip of his tongue, leaving an imitation of human saliva on them. Slightly looks away, blushing or turning blue... Gavin hasn't decided yet. After that, the deviant with a characteristic sound wraps his fingers around his mouth, slowly leading up and down, leaving an abundance of cyberslime on his fingers. Breathing heavily... or not breathing, Reed didn't understand the anatomy of androids, he could be forgiven. Connor licks his lips, slightly lowering his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, and then begins to lick his fingers again. It took Gavin a moment to realize that he wasn't imagining fingers, but by that time he was already staring at Connor in a dumbfounded way, and the android was looking at him uncomprehendingly.
— Do you understand what you're going to have to tell Fowler? Gavin, can you hear me? — Anderson asked, snapping his fingers a couple of times in front of his eyes.
It seems he was saying something, and Gavin listened, he would have to improvise again, and he didn't mind, just to get to a place where these two wouldn't be. Licking his dry lips, he pulled the hood up to his ears, and then quickly turned around and walked to the car, simultaneously whispering inarticulate curses under his nose.
— Fucking androids, what would you... — The last thing Hank and Connor heard before Gavin got into the car, slamming the door loudly.
With a meaningful and at the same time uncomprehending look, Anderson glared at the android, simultaneously trying to understand why Gavin was so angry. Connor seemed to be thinking about something, the diode on his temple was burning bright yellow, and his eyes were slightly squinted, but noticing that the lieutenant was looking at him, the android visibly relaxed and shrugged his shoulders and moved in the same direction as Reed a couple of seconds ago.
A couple of hours later, Gavin was already hunched over at his desk, cursing every living and non-living creature he could remember. And Fowler, and Hank, and Connor, and even Tina. Gritting his teeth, he compiled reports on the evidence they had received today, yet somewhere deep down he was grateful to these two for the fact that he would have to do only one third of the work, but to admit this would mean admitting that he was not able to do everything on his own, but he could. Immersed in his work and forgetting about all the infuriating and eerily beautiful android detectives, Gavin did not even notice how Connor approached him.
Sitting down on his desk — having previously vacated a place — the deviant lightly touched Reed's shoulder. Gavin didn't even look up from the monitor, but what was his surprise when he noticed Connor who was unceremoniously sitting on his desk.
— What the fuck? Gavin mumbled, genuinely not understanding what was happening.
The android, on the other hand, was not at all confused by his position, he just threw one leg over the other and began to lay out documents, muttering softly, memorizing something. Reed had already managed to mentally note that after the deviation Connor became painfully arrogant and just fucked up, because the bastard knew that no one would do anything to him while Hank was standing behind him. But Anderson encouraged this behavior by constantly laughing when he saw how Connor brought Reed to mental hysteria just by his presence. Irritably noticing this, Gavin looked him over. His hands were gracefully sorting through the papers, his legs were crossed, he was slightly swinging them thinking about something. His diode burned an even blue color occasionally switching to yellow, an elegant waist, and just a beautiful face, Connor knew how to use his charm and used it constantly putting Gavin in an awkward position. A kind of revenge for Reed's past jokes. Gavin was supposed to be infuriated by all this, and it infuriated him, but not as much as he expected, his gaze constantly clung to him, he often noticed that he was looking at him for a long time, and every time he lied to himself that it was from hatred for him.
— A detective? You seem to be thinking? The quick—witted Connor stopped sorting through the paper and looked up at Reed.
Okay, at times like this, he really hated him.
— Yes, maybe. — Looking away, Gavin answered uncertainly, he hoped that he could not be heard.
— Really? And about what? — Smiling slyly, Connor leaned slightly towards him, trying to count his emotions.
Gavin still didn't dare look up at him, hoping he could just send him away without violence. His nerves were on edge, he was rushing from one extreme to the other. Punch him so that the cyberlife workers would bend faster than they would fix him, or just relax and wait for what Connor wants from him.
— About nothing! — Abruptly snatching the documents from the android's hands, a slightly reddened Reed shouts, so that a couple of people turn around at them. — Get out of here in a good way, before I hit you!
Connor returns to his original position innocently raises his eyebrows and tilts his head slightly trying to look into Gavin's face. Getting up from the table deviant again looking at the reddened and irritated Reed who still dared to look at him.
— All right, Detective. — Connor throws on the move, and then winks at him and hurries to retire to his place.
Gavin hits the table with his fist with a characteristic thud. Connor will soon drive him crazy with such antics.
But even so, the state of Gavin's nervous system returned to relative normality after a couple of hours of continuous work. Stretching out his legs and blissfully closing his eyes, Reed already imagined how proud would come to Fowler and tell him that all the work was done two and a half hours earlier than planned and that he simply had to let him go home now. Having decided to warm up a little in honor of such a mini-holiday, the detective got up on his already rather stiff legs and went around the office. Seeing how Fowler gives Connor more work, Gavin grinned, and what kind of unknown force made him move there, he did not understand. It would be better to stand still, by God.
Gavin came closer and looked Connor over with a meaningful grin and feigned sympathy. The poor android was loaded with double work, the deviant just nodded his head without even objecting.
— I understand you, Fowler. — The detective replied with a fake smile, and then abruptly turned around and looked at Reed.
— But it seems to me that Detective Reed is more than I would like to do this job, he just finished everything.
Jeffrey looked in surprise at Gavin, who was obviously unaware of the setup. Reed did not immediately realize that it only seemed to him that another portion of work had been dumped on him, and hatred for the whole world was now read in his astonished expression.
— Gavin, will you do the job for me? You are welcome. Connor whispered almost in Reed's ear, slightly lowering the audibility of his voice.
From this action, Gavin blushed again, not fully understanding what was being asked of him.
— And... uh, — the detective mumbled tensely and recoiled from the android to a safe distance. — Okay, I'll do it.
Hearing this, Tina cleared her throat and turned around in her chair, looking directly at Gavin, in her gaze it read "What the hell? Grinning, Fowler raised his eyebrows victoriously handing Gavin a stack of documents, seeing their number and hearing how Connor headed to his desk, Gavin mentally wished that the android would stumble while walking, so let at least chance punish him.
There wasn't too much work to do, but Reed had already cursed Connor and his entire family. He honestly tried to find advantages in his double monotonous work, but could not find them. One piece of paper after another and Gavin will definitely smash his head on the table. After filling out the next document, Reed looked at the stack of papers that were not yet filled out, and then at Connor, who was just passing by his desk.
— Well, well, well. — Blocking his way with his hand, the detective rammed. — Tin can, make me some coffee. And then I'm sitting, hiding, doing work for you, and there's no gratitude.
The android raised his eyebrows questioningly, but after a second, grinning, he leaned slightly towards the detective. Oh, it's not a good sign, Gavin has already regretted asking him about it 5 times, he's now going to say such nonsense again that the whole department will stare at them for another week, and Tina will start every morning with stupid jokes.
Lightly touching the cheek with a cool hand Reed's cheeks Connor approached the opposite cheek. Gently touching his lips, the android left a light, slightly cool kiss, but it didn't make Gavin any cooler. Heat flooded him, and his cheeks turned bright red. Connor, on the other hand, adjusted his tie with a slight movement of his hand and straightened his back. Connor kissed him? Fucking fucked up.
— I can't wait to serve you, Detective. — And again, again, fucking, winking at him Connor moved towards the coffee machine.
Gavin's cheeks flushed again as he realized what the deviant meant.
Fucking Connor with his fucking jokes. Next time Gavin will definitely punch him, for sure. Unless, of course, only the cute face of the android detective will not spoil all his plans again.
