Criminal Analysis {Connor x Reader}

Chapter 6

You smiled at the android and called as you passed by, your shoes squeaking on the marble floor, "Yeah, got sent home early tonight." It wasn't technically a lie. You just sent yourself home instead of someone else doing it for you.

The elevator ride provided a brief solace from the outside world. The gentle music distracting your racing mind, even just for a few seconds. You were thankful that it was empty. For once.

You entered your apartment, the electric lock clicking softly behind you. The DPD didn't pay you nearly enough to support living in a place like this but, luckily, your years at Cyberlife kept you afloat.

You hung your keys up on the rack before making a beeline for your bathroom, eager to scrub today's events off your body and out of your mind.

You stepped into the shower, sighing as the hot water rolled off your shoulders. Slowly, you massaged your aching muscles, hoping that the hot water would also somehow dull the pain in your heart. You tried to stay in the shower for as long as you can stand it, your routine coming to a halt when heavy knocks ring out from your front door. Maybe they'll go away...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Guess not. You huffed before turning off the water and grabbing your towel, hastily drying off. The knocks continued, and you rolled your eyes, wrapping your towel around you because clearly someone couldn't wait.

Water droplets slowly rolled down your legs as you marched towards the front door, annoyance pinching your features. You gripped your towel in one hand and yanked open your front door with the other, glaring.

"Damn, sweetheart," Gavin raised his eyebrows, taking in your appearance, "you greet all your visitors like this, or are you expecting someone?"

You crossed your arms, "What's this?" you questioned, glancing at the bag of takeout in Gavin's hands.

"I got your favorite," he mentioned, lifting the bag. You fought the grin that was threatening to show.

"Fine, come in," you relented, stepping away and allowing Gavin to pass. He crossed the threshold before you could change your mind, heading straight for the island in your kitchen. You rolled your eyes before making your way to your bedroom to get changed. A small part of you felt giddy, almost relieved that Gavin came to check on you. You slid on your pajamas, quickly taking in your appearance in your bedroom mirror before progressing to the kitchen.

You leaned on the island, noticing that Gavin had hastily plated your meals and taken his usual place on your couch. "You tryna bribe me or something?" you asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

He snorted, "Just eat your damn food." Cocky, as usual. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your plate, occupying your usual spot next to him.

"Television: On," you commanded before turning your attention to your meal. You and Gavin ate in comfortable silence; the scenario felt familiar.

You and Gavin always had this routine: something would happen, one of you would get protective and lash out, the other would get pissed, you'd apologize in your own way and that was the end of it. He was hardly good with words, more of an 'act first, talk never' type of guy. This happened to work perfectly for you because, despite having a degree in psychology, you hated talking about your feelings.

Gavin took your empty plate from you and headed to the sink. You followed, assuming your standard position next to him, dish towel in hand. You washed and he dried, just like how you used to.

He stirred beside you and you looked over, your eyes meeting. He looked away returning his focus to the now empty sink, his ears turning red, "I'm sorry I punched your partner, even if it's a dumb piece of plastic that-"