Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

On the Brink

"I'm not, Captain, I promise-"

"Save it.  Your ego is writing checks your butt can't cash."

You sank further in your coat until the lip of the zipper scratched just under your nose.  You slouched in the seat, wishing you could bolt through the clear doors and go home.

"I've been on the force longer than you've been alive, and I picked you out of all the other cadets lining up to put on that same uniform you're wearing right now.  I picked the best, because I don't settle for anything but the best.  That's how I got assigned to DPD Central Station – the bestof the best." He was pointing and waving his hands, crafting a powerful image with his words, "So before you go out there running headfirst into danger, trying to prove me wrong, I'd suggest you do whatever you need to do to get your head back in the game because we've got a city to protect and serve."

He chased down the compliments with coffee that probably burned less, "Now go home, rest up, and be back here at 0600 if you're not called in beforehand..."

Your mind was spinning so quickly trying to process the revelation presented to you that you could only pin down one simple question.

"0600?"

Fowler put down his mug.  Looked at you, licked his lips, and ran a hand over his face before pointing to the flashing, spastic data board for a wall, "Did you not see what's going on?"

You looked up to find the street cameras going wild.  Protestors chanting in mobs, androids hung from trees and street lights-

"Oh my...God..." You winced.

"It's a fucking jungle out there." He sighed, leaning back in his chair, "And there's no God in these streets...Not anymore..."

"Don't say that." You smirked, shooting your hands out of your sleeves as you pushed yourself out of the chair, "'rA9 will save us all.'"

"Clever." He nodded at the door, dismissing you, "Your snarky bullshit is just what I needed..."

"Have a nice evening, Captain."

"...Yeah."

A forlorn sigh followed you out of the office.  You saw Chris packing his lunch bag with his cell phone pinned between his cheek and his shoulder.

"Nina, I'm on my way right- yes, I'm fine- I know I was supposed to watch Damian tonight- honey, I'm coming, okay?  I promise-"

He looked up to you in a panic, and you let him off the hook with a wave.

You usually walked out together, chatted a bit while your cars warmed up, and shot the shit until his fatherly duties called.

This afternoon? You had to smuggle over a grand in CyberLife inventory out from under your desk and through the backdoor of Central Station.

Just put that on the list of things you didn't expect to be doing today.

...

Valet service didn't exist anymore.

At least, not the familiar android you'd grown used to seeing every day.  You were hoping for the best, but after listening to the news the entire drive over, you should have expected the worst.

"The authorities have ordered all androids to be delivered to the nearest police station or army barracks immediately. If you are worried about your safety, dial the number on our website and the authorities will come to collect your android. Under no circumstances should you try to destroy your android yourself. They are unpredictable, and potentially violent."