Alive || Connor X Reader ||

A/N: Heyo! Okay, update news. There's a possibility that I won't be able to update next week. I'm sooo sorry I'm falling behind. To be honest I might be putting an end to the story soon. Ugh, I'm so disappointed. More info at the end. (Art credit goes to Unknown)

(Y/n)'s POV

You removed the photo from the broken frame and peeled the yellow piece of paper from the photo. Oh my god... You read carefully through the note as you grabbed as many clues from it. The small piece of paper read:

Sabrina,

If you find this message, I want you to find your daughter. You have had your tantrum for long enough. Who knows? Maybe he's willing to forgive you for what you've done. Even if he's with that android. I can't keep you under the radar forever.

~Mina

"The victim's name was Willimina Ranchero. She was 36 years old; just about to turn 37. She lived alone with no kids and was never married. Cause of death was four stab wounds." Connor reported from behind you.

"Jesus, Connor! Again?!" You exclaim.

"Sorry, (Y/n)." He apologized but then took notice of the sticky note you were holding. "Have you found something?"

"Maybe... Look at this." You were about to hand it over to Connor when you hesitated.

"Is there a problem?" He tilted his head confused.

"It's just you're not wearing... gloves." You pointed. Just then it dawned on you, "Because you're an android... Androids don't have fingerprints."

"Thank you for saving me the explanation. It helps us move right along with this." He said snatching the note out of your hand as if it were a piece of candy in the hands of a toddler. About to interject, you decided to just bite your tongue as he analyzed the slip of paper. While he was in his mind palace, you took advantage of this opportunity to overlook his features.

The way his dark brunette hair was neatly pulled back with that one rebellious strand. That one strand. He stared intently at the piece of paper with his chocolate orbs. His suit fitted his physique perfectly but what is to be expected from a Cyberlife android that is especially made to be... perfect.

"(Y/n)?" Connor waved his hand in front of your field of vision. "Are you okay?"

"What?! U-Um, yeah, I'm fine. Just spacing out, you know." You lied.

"I have gathered intel on the note. The penmanship belonged to the murder victim, but the rest of it was vague of who this was dedicated to." Connor explained.

"I found this behind this picture. Could this be any help to decipher this?" You handed over the picture of Dr. Kavin and the victim from the broken picture frame.

"Isn't this-"

"Yes, I have already connected two and two together. Does that mean that she's this "Sabrina" that we need to question?" You questioned.

Connor seemingly scanned the picture, "According to my analyzation, this is, in fact, Sabrina Kavin."

"I guess I have some questions of my own to ask at my next appointment then." You stared at the picture in Connor's grasp. There was something that seemed... intriguing... about Sabrina. I feel as if I know her from somewhere. You shook it off as nothing and wrapped up your report of the bedroom scene and made your way back to the living room. "What can you tell me about the victim? Other than what I already know."

"What do you mean by that, (Y/n)" He asked not understanding the full question.

"Did she have an android? That's kind of the reason why we're here in the first place." You summed.