Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Paradigm Shift

"Chris, you can't-" You twisted in your seat, grabbing the shoulder of the back support, "You can't go sticking your nose into this."

"Hell no. Pfft-" He rasped, "Like I said, I'm not stupid. I want no part in whatever CyberLife super spy crap you've got going on."

Your brows pinched, "Super...spy?"

"Judging from those pictures, you obviously have history with the richest, most popular, most influential, man in the world who just happened to leave CyberLife for 'unknown reasons.' Then, you just happened to end up as a cop in the epicenter of the world's biggest community crisis since World War II?" He pursed his lips, looking at you from over his arm, "C'mon. You're totally undercover CyberLife."

"Chris, I'm not working for them, I'm-"

You stopped yourself. Couldn't get him involved. Wished you hadn't even gave him that much.

He blinked, brows slowly meeting each other as his playful demeanor was kicked to the curb.

"Are you running from them?"

Your hand squeezed the piece of cushion locked in your fingers.

"Is that why..." His eyes bounced between you, the transmission, and the wheel in his hands.

A car beeped behind you, and he jumped. The light had turned green.

"What the fuck?"

"Drop it, Miller." You barked, covering your mouth as you coughed, "We need to stop talking about this-"

Your back hit the seat as he took a sharp turn.

"Jesus Christ, what the-"

You caught yourself on the dashboard as he slammed on the brakes, a horn blaring from a passing car. He'd pulled over in the shoulder, angrily pressing the button for the cruiser's blinkers.

"What happened?"

"I can't tell you. That's what I've been trying to-"

"If I'm gonna be putting my ass on the line for someone who's wrapped up in some CyberLife conspiracy, I deserve to know why."

"You shouldn't be." You growled, "You've got a family. You-"

"You're my family too, asshole!"

"I'm not your wife or your fucking kid, Chris-"

"I-"

"No, stop interrupting me." You pointed a finger at him, "I already lost one partner because I put my past priorities first, and I'm not losing another one..." You crossed your arms, back digging into your seat, "So shut up and drive."

"Yeah...Yeah, okay." He threw the car out of park, and locked the doors.

You jumped at the chorus of "clicks" that came from either side.

"I'm taking your ass home."

"What?!"

"We're all on call. Mandatory overtime, remember?"

"That's not-"

"Fowler wanted this transition to be gradual. I'm going back to the station and write the report. Hope you brought your duffle."

Your fists balled in your lap, teeth grinding against each other, "You've got enough to deal with at home without falling on the sword."

"Someone's gotta take a turn, right?"