Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Deviant Hunter

You wanted to say more, but words never came. You gulped, feeling heat brush across your face. Your chest rose and fell, and you slunk away from his grasp and slipped around him.

"Officer," A whisper of your name followed the declaration, forcing you to pause your retreat.

You braced for some kind of pre-programmed reprimand, and slowly turned.

"Your camera." He gave you a widened grin, the strands of his loose batch of hairs dangling.

You received it shakily, swallowing hard.

As soon as he turned around, you dashed out of the bathroom with what was left of your dignity. But it felt good to thank him. To face the reckoning you'd been avoiding all night.

Maybe you'd be able to get some sleep.

With any amount of luck, the time spent investigating the murder wouldn't add up to a nightmare...

Perhaps not every distraction, was a bad one.

...

Hank picked apart the kitchen, sliding his hands along the counter. You'd finished reviewing the evidence, but things weren't adding up. There was a struggle. Blood marked the doorway leading into the living room. The body was marked up with cuts, obviously a stabbing. But what made the deviant opt for murder?

You eyed a bat on the floor, tagged by a glowing, yellow number nine evidence marker.

Did the deviant hit Ortiz with it first, or...

"All right...I'm outta here." Hank yawned, "Thanks for the ride. Great party."

He may have been a legend, but his investment into his job was short-stocked nowadays. You still looked up to him, and couldn't blame him for falling off after what'd happened to his son...

You reminded yourself you couldn't let that become you just because your friend died.

"Wait, Lieutenant!" Connor came dashing around the corner, leaving the hallway and bathroom behind him, "I can't stay if you leave!"

"Much as this breaks my heart, this is where we part ways."

Hank was sarcastic in his mocking. Did he always have to be so mean?

"I just need 5 minutes to finish my investigation." Connor was begging at this point, "Please, Lieutenant. Remember the drink I bought you at the bar? Just five minutes."

He bought...he bought Hank a drink at the bar? You found this more of a mystery than the crime scene. An android drinking buddy. That was off-script. It proved Connor understood a lot more about human behavior than given credit for by your fellow peers...Maybe even by himself.

"Five. Minutes." Hank held up his fingers, shoving them towards his android partner.

Connor hesitated before giving him a curt nod, "Thank you, Lieutenant."

He surveyed the kitchen as Hank wandered off, probably reclaiming his post near the body. Chris bunched his mask with his hand, pulling it down to reveal a smile.

"You're free to go, if you'd like. We're gonna start packing up...Not much else to go on, here."

You returned a surprised look, trying your best not to come off as suspicious, "I'd like to stick around to see how this plays out."

You nodded towards Connor, who was crouched by the bat you'd questioned only a couple minutes ago.

"Suit yourself." Chris shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me. I'm stuck here for another few hours, regardless."