Criminal Analysis {Connor x Reader}

Chapter 14

He brought you to a side elevator, quickly identifying himself and shoving you inside. At one point in your life, you'd known this building like the back of your hand. The shortcuts you used to take just out of reach in your hazy memory.

Not-Connor brought his hand back to rest on your bicep. You rolled your eyes. It's not like you could go anywhere. He pulled a gun out of his jacket with his unoccupied hand, and you stiffened. It was your gun. Once again, your own weapon had been turned against you.

The elevator stopped at your floor and the doors slid open with a hiss. Rows upon rows of androids were standing at attention, and your jaw dropped slightly. This is what Connor was here for.

"Move," not-Connor demanded as he shoved you forward and pressed the end of your gun into the space between your shoulder blades. You gave a nod as you trudged through the rows of androids. As you were about to move down the middle row, not-Connor grabbed you and pulled you closer to him.

Then, you see him. Your breath gets caught in your throat and it's like seeing him on your doorstep all over again. God, you wanted to run to him.

Connor had his hand on the wrist of another android, the white, plastic shell underneath revealed.

"Step back, Connor," not-Connor warned as he pressed his gun to your temple and pushed you farther out into the open, "and I'll spare the doctor's life."

Connor's head turned to face you, and his LED flashed an angry red. His eyes widened as they jumped between you and not-Connor.

"I'm sorry, Connor," you called out, "I should've known better."

"It's okay," he assured, and you gave him a small nod.

Not-Connor shoved the barrel of your gun into your temple, "Your friend's life is in your hands... Now it's time to decide what matters most."

"I used to be just like you. I thought nothing else mattered except the mission," Connor replied, his gaze never leaving yours, "but this human showed me I could be something else... That I could be someone!"

You shifted your head slightly to look at not-Connor; his jaw was clenched, and he tilted his head to the side. "Very moving, Connor... But I'm not a deviant. I'm a machine designed to accomplish a task, and that's exactly what I intend on doing."

"It doesn't have to be this way," you urged.

Not-Connor's anger came to a boil, and before you could blink, not-Connor smacked your gun against your temple, and you crumpled to the floor.

He leveled the gun at the back of your head, and you blinked rapidly, attempting to clear your vision. "What'll it be, Connor?"

You brought a hand up to the side of your head, immediately pulling it away with a hiss. Crimson covered your shaking fingers, and you wrinkled your nose. This was getting old.

"Alright! Alright, you win," Connor stepped away from the android and raised his hands. Not-Connor rolled his eyes before aiming the gun at Connor.

Without thinking, you launched yourself at him, grabbing onto his wrist and elbow and shoving them up toward the ceiling. A deafening pop sounded next to your ears as the gun went off. You were vaguely aware of one of the lights cracking as you wrestled for your weapon.

Not-Connor stumbled slightly before righting himself and grabbing the back of your neck. With one flick of his arm, he threw you to the side and you slid against the tile floor, nearly bumping into one of the androids in the row. He aimed the gun at you.

Connor crashed into not-Connor in an instant, sending the gun flying. The androids engaged in a vicious exchanging of blows. Your eyes scan the floor, frantically looking for the gun.

There.

The gun laid a few feet away from you, and you scrambled toward it, not even bothering to get on your feet until you'd secured your weapon. The handcuffs dug into your wrists slightly as you rose with the gun cradled in your hands. The familiar weight providing some semblance of comfort.

"Enough!" You shout at the two androids tangled together in hand-to-hand combat. You cursed yourself as they slowly rose from their position on the floor. You had no idea how you were going to tell them apart. Shit.

You furrowed your brows as your aim shifted between the two androids, "One of you is my partner, and the other is an asshole. Question is, which is which."

"Ask us something, something only the real Connor would know," one of the Connors suggested, and you bit the inside of your cheek. God, this was so fucking cliché.

You let out a huff before pointing your gun at the Connor on the right, "Where did I go to school?"

"You graduated from Yale University with a GPA of 3.96, and you remained there to complete your Ph.D. Your doctoral thesis was on ways to successfully integrate androids into society," the Connor replied.

The Connor on the left's eyes widened, "He uploaded my memory..."

Your gaze shifted between the two androids, and you ground your teeth. Was he trying to trick you into thinking he was shocked or was he actually surprised?

You pointed your gun at the Connor on the left, "What did I say about your uniform when we got lunch?"

"That Cyberlife wanted me to dress as offensively as possible," he replied quickly, his mouth quirking up slightly.

Your aim remained on Left Connor, "What are my parents' names?"

"Erica and James. They purchased a household android who you named Amelia when you were twelve. She helped take care of you when their careers kept them from home," the Connor paused, his gaze softening, "One day, when you came back from school, Amelia was gone— replaced by a newer model. After that, you dedicated your career to saving androids in any way possible and cut contact with your parents."

You sighed, grip tightening on your gun, "No one deserves to be discarded like that, least of all androids."

"I- I knew that, too!" Connor on the right called out, "Don't listen to him, I'm—"

You swung your gun to aim at the other Connor and pulled the trigger.

Not-Connor collapsed in a heap, and you let out a shuddering breath as relief filled your body.

Connor took a few hesitant steps toward you, "Are you alright, Doctor?"

"Yeah, get me out of these cuffs, please," you requested as you held your hands up, the corners of your mouth turning up.

He gave a curt nod before heading to not-Connor's corpse and retrieving the keys out of his jacket. Connor was gentle as he unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them aside.

You practically jumped into his arms as you engulfed him in a hug once your hands were free. He quickly returned the hug, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

You reluctantly pulled away, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Doctor," he replied, taking in the wound on the side of your head with a frown.

You grabbed his hand, and brought it to your lips, "I'm fine, don't worry about me. You have a mission to complete, don't you?"

"You're more important than any mission," he murmured before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You flushed and gently pushed him away.

He sent you a wink as he grabbed ahold of the android's wrist once again.

He released the android and turned to you, "I'm going to help Markus, and it's going to be dangerous. But, this is what the revolution needs in order to succeed."

"I'll meet you there, then," you stated, a grin forming on your features.

Connor let out an exasperated laugh, "I think you've gotten into enough trouble tonight." You raised your eyebrows and placed your hands on your hips.

He sighed at your refusal to give in, "Just... Be careful."

You grinned and leaned in to adjust his tie, before pressing a haste kiss on his cheek, "It's a date."

The tides were turning, for better or for worse.