Criminal Analysis {Connor x Reader}

You woke with a start, your cheek pressed firmly into the leather of the backseat of your car. The effects of whatever not-Connor put in your drink were still lingering, and your limbs refused to move.

Not-Connor had his gaze fixed straight ahead, and snowflakes pattered against the windshield. You wondered where he was taking you. He'd taken off the outfit he had on earlier and returned to his, no— Connor's, usual outfit.

Your eyes shifted to look at the clock across the dashboard which read 10 o'clock. Damn, you'd been out for a while.

The feeling was slowly ebbing back to your limbs, and you wiggled your fingers. Your movement stopped when you noticed the cool metal pressed against your wrists. The bastard handcuffed you.

You ran through tonight's events in your head, as you rolled onto your back. It started great with you being reunited with Connor, and you got to hug him. Very great when you kissed him. Although it wasn't really him. Just an imposter.

Not-Connor's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror before returning to the road, "You're awake. Good, we'll reach our destination in about half an hour."

"Where are we going?" Your mouth felt like sandpaper as you croaked out the words.

"The Cyberlife tower," came his curt reply.

You furrowed your brows, and your head lolled to the side to look at him, "Why are you doing this?" He was silent for a few moments, and you figured he was ignoring you.

"I have to stop the deviant from accomplishing its mission," he replied.

The whole situation felt ironic, in a way. One RK800 stopping another RK800 from completing his mission by claiming it was his mission. It made your head spin. You assumed that whatever Connor was doing at Cyberlife was big. Big enough that they sent someone to stop him.

"Were the handcuffs really necessary?" You asked as you lifted your bound hands, the light from the passing streetlights catching on the shiny metal.

"I received the RK800's memories, which drew me to conclude that you would put up a fight," he asserted.

You hummed in response. You figured that you probably would've attacked him, crashing your car, and killing you both in the process had your hands been free and you could actually feel your legs. Maybe it was better that you were handcuffed.

"Why did you kiss me?" The question was rolling off your tongue before you could stop it, and you pressed your lips together.

Not-Connor was silent from the front seat, and you continued, "I already drank the tea, there wasn't any reason to kiss me, but you did."

He glanced at you in the rearview for a moment before returning his gaze to the road. "I needed to keep you occupied until the sedative kicked in."

"There were other ways you could've occupied my attention," you replied before tilting your head, "y'know, for someone who's supposed to be better than humans, you sure are a shitty liar."

Not-Connor glared at you in the rearview mirror, and you allowed the rest of the ride to pass in silence. You slowly regained all of the feeling back in your limbs as time dragged on. You sat up in the backseat and Cyberlife tower came into full view. Its bright form silhouetted against the inky night sky. You wondered if it had always looked this phallic or if your dazed mind just now made the connection.

The car rolled to a stop, and not-Connor wasted no time exiting and whipping open the door to the side you were on.

He grabbed you by your bicep and yanked you out of the backseat. You were unsteady on your feet as he dragged you toward a side entrance. Unease settled in your stomach and your breath quickened. There should be guards here. There were always guards here.