DBH

Scene 7 - Third Investigation

She kept her gaze downwards. "A new case just came in" She looked back up to meet her eyes with mine. "Find Anderson and investigate it".

She then held her head high as she walked over the rest of the bridge, leaving me behind holding the umbrella before I could object.

I opened my eyes and my visuals had taken me back to the motel room. I looked at the bed and saw (Y/n) facing away with her back to me. She must be asleep already. That should give me some time before she wakes up and finds out I'm not here. I shouldn't be gone for very long. I stood up quietly and left the room, closing the door slowly behind me, making it squeak before clicking shut.

Your POV

I opened one of my eyes then gave a small grin. I sat up and got out of bed. I pulled my jumper back over my head and grabbed my hat from the radiator. Now it was dry enough to wear. I jumped in front of the mirror next to it and straightened my hat. My badge was still where my heart was on my chest and my finger gun was ready. Something was still missing though. I rummaged through one of the drawers and found a pack of coloured markers. And wouldn't you know it, there was a blue one right at the top. I smiled and pulled it out. 

Once the LED was restored to my head, I looked in the mirror again and gave it my best serious face. I didn't look like the cool officers in the movies but the hat and badge was a start. Now that I looked the part, I swung my view to the door and pulled my hat down tighter.

Now to find Connor.

Connor's POV

"You have reached your destination. Thank you for travelling with Detroit Taxis. We look forward to seeing you again soon".

I stepped out of the taxi and adjusted my tie. The vehicle drove off behind me and I was left in front of Hank's house. The lights seemed to be on so he must be home. 

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HANK

FRIEND

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LOOK FOR

LT. ANDERSON

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I walked up to the door and knocked on it. "Lieutenant Anderson?" I called loud enough for him to hear me from inside. But there was no reply. I rang the doorbell instead to see if the response was any different. "Anybody home?"

Silence.

I grew concerned. I decided to check around the house to see if the windows were covered. If not, I could look inside and determine whether or not he's here.

I looked through the living room window, but only saw Sumo lying down next to the TV in the corner of the room. No sign of Hank. I continued the route around the house then stopped at a window that showed his kitchen. I quickly scanned inside and my worry had doubled.

HANK 

IS UNCONSCIOUS

"Lieutenant Anderson?" I repeated louder, hoping he could hear me. No luck. The only way to get inside now is to break the window. I raised my elbow up and smashed the glass. I took a few steps back to get a running start then climbed through the window swiftly, falling on the kitchen floor and landing on broken glass. Sumo charged up to me but seemed to calm down when he realised it was me. He grumbled then walked away. That gave me a chance to stand up and check on Hank. 

He was asleep on the floor with an almost empty glass bottle near his hand along with a hand gun. What was Hank thinking? I know he had some personally issues such as drinking but carrying a loaded gun in his house was not something I thought he would do. There's still much to learn about him.

I leaned down next to him to be closer, so I could scan his condition.

Thankfully, there were no signs of trauma or any other damage to his heart. This was most likely an ethylic coma. He should be able to wake up.

"Lieutenant?" 

He didn't move. I lightly tapped his cheek to get a response. He opened his eyes briefly and grumbled, but he closed them again and remained in the same comatose state. 

"Wake up, Lieutenant!" I said louder to get his attention. He did the same again, still not completely waking up. This clearly wasn't working.

I drew my hand back and roughly slapped him across the face. He then gave a gruff sound and lifted his head up instantly, probably wondering what happened.

"It's me, Connor!" I grabbed his arm and threw it over my shoulder. I helped him sit up but he still seemed intoxicated. "I have to warn you, this may be unpleasant".

"Hey!... Leave me alone, you fuckin' android!" He said in a slurred voice. He was definitely drunk. "Get the fuck outta my house!"

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but we have another investigation". I struggled to help him stand up, but eventually managed to keep him relatively up on his feet. He leaned into my side as I tried to keep him balanced. "Thank you in advance for your cooperation". I said thankfully.

"Hey! Get the fuck outta here!" His drunk voice rang through the house as he shook his head and threw his head back exaggeratedly. I placed my hand on his back and lifted him back up.

TAKE HANK TO

THE BATHROOM

I began stepping forward with him to get to the bathroom.

We made it to the door and I managed to guide Hank inside. He had his back facing the bathtub so I lightly pushed him backwards so he was sitting inside it with his back to the wall. He attempted to stand up. "I don't wanna bath, thank you..."

"Sorry Lieutenant" I apologised before pushing him back down again. He stayed there tiredly. I turned the handle and the shower head sprayed water all over him. This instantly woke him up properly. He gasped at the sudden feeling of cold water. "Agh! TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!"

I did as he asked and he lay there panting for air. He shook his head and looked around the room, surprised at how he got in there. He then locked eyes with me and furrowed his eyebrows. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked in a more sober and aware voice. It was his usual grouchy tone.

"A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's bar, so I came to see if you were at home".

"Jesus, I must be the only cop in the world".

I went into his room and grabbed him some clothes to where while he cleaned himself up in the bathroom. While I waited, I looked around his house since I didn't get the chance to last night. In the kitchen I gazed at the table and found a photograph among the many empty pizza boxes. I picked it up and analysed it. 

DECEASED

ANDERSON, COLE 

Born: 09/23/2029 - Died: 10/11/2035

Lived: 115 Michigan Drive - Detroit

🔓      HANK LOST HIS SON

I placed the picture back down in shock.

This must be what Jeffrey meant.

It's why Hank didn't want to take care of (Y/n) when we found her.

She must remind him of Cole.

This explains some of his behaviour.

When I heard his footsteps approaching from his room, I placed the framed photograph back on the table and we left the house in his car.