Criminal Analysis {Connor x Reader}

Chapter 2

"You recognize him?" he asked. "It's Carlos Ortiz. Stabbed, 28 times." The harshness in his voice surprised you. "That was written on the wall in his blood." The deviant's LED rapidly flashed scarlet before switching to amber. You wondered if androids could feel remorse.

Connor continued, "If you won't talk, I'm going to have to probe your memory."

"NO!" The deviant exclaimed as he let out quick, panicked breaths. Everyone in the observation room jumped at the deviant's unexpected response. "No, please don't do that..." the deviant begged, his LED flashing red.

You leaned forward in your chair, the deviant's pleas tugging on your heartstrings. He appeared to be scared. Could androids even feel fear? Almost as if he read your thoughts, the deviant spared a look towards the mirror, your eyes meeting, even if he didn't know it.

"What..." the deviant paused, fear lacing his voice, "What are they gonna do to me?" His eyes jumped to Connor's as he came to a realization. "They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?" he whispered.

Your chest tightened, they were going to destroy him. You were going to destroy him. Just for defending himself.

Connor's gaze never wavered, "They're going to disassemble you to look for problems in your biocomponents... They have no choice if they want to understand what happened." His response was methodical, like he was reciting from some form of a handbook, How to Scare the Absolute Shit of Any Android For Dummies- A Guide By Cyberlife.

The android looked up at Connor again, his voice wavering, "Why did you tell them you found me? Why couldn't you just have left me there?"

Connor straightened slightly, as if the question offended him. "I was programmed to hunt deviants like you. I just accomplished my mission." His mission, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. His mission was to scare the daylights out of this poor android.

"I don't wanna die," the deviant murmured.

Connor's voice was gentle now, "Then talk to me."

The deviant hesitated, struggling to get out the words, "I... I can't..."

"I understand how you felt," Connor leaned in. "You were overcome by anger and frustration." Connor was waving his arm now, "No one can blame you for what happened." You desperately wished that were the case. Cyberlife viewed the deviant as nothing more than a piece of defective machinery. A problem to be torn apart and solved.

Connor looked down at his hands before continuing, his voice sympathetic, "Listen, I'm not judging you. I'm on your side... All I want is the truth."

"Fucking figures," Gavin huffed, "damn android said it's on-"

"He's building rapport, doing whatever he can to get a confession," you butted in. "Maybe you should take some notes, Detective."

Hank smirked from his position next to you, and Chris pressed his lips tightly together attempting not to laugh.

"If you remain silent, there is nothing I can do to help you!" Connor began to raise his voice, his words getting quicker. "They're gonna shut you down for good! You'll be dead! Do you hear me? Dead!"

For someone who insisted androids weren't alive, he emphasized the fact that this android would die. Perhaps he's trying to trigger that trepidation every being has; the fear of one's existence quickly coming to an end. Connor let out a sigh, tilting his head in feigned pity. Connor moved towards the mirror, his eyes boring into yours. You wondered if he could see you through the mirror.

The deviant finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "He tortured me every day... I did whatever he told me, but there was always something wrong." The deviant shook his head slightly, "Then, one day... He took a bat and started hitting me. For the first time," the deviant paused, "I felt scared... Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die."