I Didn't Want This Either | Gavin Reed x Reader

Monday, October 18th, 8:30 am

Central Police Station

As you push open the thin glass doors, your new workplace presented in front of you, you spot an android behind the receptionist desk and are struck with an odd sense of familiarity. You had just been transferred from the police station down in the heart of Detroit, and this receptionist android, an ST300, was the exact model as in your old workplace. The brunette android blinks at you and smiles as you approach her desk. 

"Can I help you?" she asks simply, a slight tilt to her head. Her face is lightly freckled and her eyes are a warm brown. Her smile never wavers as you explain yourself. 

"Yes," you begin, resting one hand on the counter, "I've just been transferred here from the station downtown?" other than that, you had no real information. You weren't told who to look for, or which desk to occupy. You had just been told to ask the receptionist android for direction. The ST300 nods her head.

"Do you have authorization?" you nod your head at her words and pull an access card from your pocket, sliding it across the desktop, face up, for scanning. With a quick glance, the LED of the ST300 blinks yellow, and then she looks back up at you. "You will be partnering with a Detective Reed and his android. Detective Reed is out of the building at the moment, but you can go ahead and locate his android, the RK900 for further instruction." To the right of the receptionist desk were glass gates, yellow lettering down the middle spelling 'restricted access'. As you approached the familiar gates, they swung open with a quiet beep. Now you stood in the station itself, desks lined up in neat rows throughout the center of the room. To your immediate left was an android docking station, all models you recognized from your own workplace.

"An RK900..." you mumble to yourself, wracking your brain for what this android would look like. You knew quite a lot about androids, but the RK900 was a model you hadn't seen before. It was a prototype, one step up from its predecessor, the RK800. You hadn't seen that model either, and had no idea what -or who- you were looking for. Turning to the single docked police android in the docking station, you tapped it gently on the shoulder and it turned to face you with a flat expression. It was a PC200, with dark hair and a familiar uniform. 

"How can I help you?" the male android asked, blinking once. 

"I'm looking for Detective Reed's android, an RK900? Are you able to point me in the right direction?" you hold your hand to your chest as you ask, your head taking on a slight tilt. 

"Detective Reed is out of the building right now, but his android, the RK900 should be waiting at it's desk." the PC200 repeated what the receptionist had said, raising a hand and pointing to the desks to the farthest right, two desks down from where you currently stood. A tall man, or android, you guessed, was sat facing you, his eyes trained on his police database. You turned back to the PC200, offering a smile and a quick thank you. The android returned to a docked position as you spun around and made your way towards who you assumed to be the RK900. As you approached, you took in the sight of him. The bot had brown hair, swept perfectly to the side, and a sharp jawline. He wore a white turtleneck jacket with black shoulders, a stripe of black running along the zipper edges of either side of the jacket. A blue band ran across his upper arm, and a blue triangle sat on the left of his jacket. 

"Hello?" you called quietly, catching the androids attention. His head rose slowly, his icy blue eyes meeting yours. The LED on the right side of his face blinked yellow, and then returned to that classic Cyberlife blue. 

"Hello Detective (L/N)." the android said, standing from his seat and folding his arms neatly behind his back. "I've been expecting you. Did you have any trouble finding the station?" now that you were closer, you could clearly read RK900 on the right side of his jacket.