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

Tuesday, October 26, 6:22 am

Riverside Hotel

It was way too early for this bullshit. You had recovered entirely from the wound on your arm and the shock of Neil's suicide. Your work had been fantastic- calm, slow paced, relaxing and overall enjoyable. Gavin had been treating you alright, and you were warming up to both him and Nines with every passing day. You had almost forgotten that casework existed- and then, you were woken up by the blaring of your cell phone and Gavin's shouting.

"(Y/N), get your ass out of bed!" Gavin had barked through the phone, deafening your one ear. Someone needed a fuckin' coffee. "Fowler wants us on a case."

"This early...?" you groaned in return, wiping the sleep from your eyes and forcing your exhausted body up from the comfort of your bed. Gavin had gone on to rapidly explain that, at least in Fowler's eyes, this case was an emergency, and the culprits behind it were severely dangerous and would most likely be harming other. You had also made sure to demand Gavin told you where the hell he got your phone number. You were rather unimpressed to hear that Nines had given it to him after searching for it through his mental database. So, at 6:00 in the morning, you were woken up by your prick-of-a-partner and his plastic friend. It was cold as you stumbled out of your vehicle a little under an hour later, having scrambled to shower, eat and complete your morning routine. The hotel you were sent to would have been beautiful if it weren't for the police cars cluttered in the parking lot. Hologram police tape stretched all around the lot, and, just like at Abigail Cole's house, android officers were posted up a few hundred feet apart to keep onlookers away. You curse quietly under your breath, slamming your car door shut and hurrying your way towards the building's main entrance. The sun hadn't even began to rise in the sky yet, and the air was chilly. Detroit had been plagued with rain and cold this last week, so you weren't exactly surprised by the briskness of the morning. You flashed your badge as you passed by a PC200, the man nodding at you as you did so. Gavin was easy to spot- no, actually, that wasn't true. Nines was easy to spot, wearing a white jacket and towering over the other officers like a giant. Gavin was soon seen right at his side, arms crossed, jaw tight with impatience, his foot tapping away like a jackhammer. When he spotted you, he relaxed, letting out what seemed to be a sigh, though you weren't close enough to hear it over the hustle and bustle of the other officers.

"About time!" Gavin hissed, walking towards you and then following alongside you back in the direction he had come. "It's been almost 30 minutes, Fowler's gonna give me a fuckin' earful!"

"Chill out, Gavin. I'm not used to being woken up at 6 am!" you retort right back with an unusual sharpness that seems to take back both of your partners- even the robotic one. "Sorry." your apology comes out in a huff, but it comes out nonetheless and you move on. "So what do you know so far?"

"At 4:00 am sharp the hotel was breached by androids. Deviants, actually." Nines took up the job of explaining what was currently known, his hands behind his back in his usual professional manner. Today, however, he seemed much more serious than usual, if that was even possible. "They seemed to have gone from room to room posing as room service. When tenants would open their doors they'd rob them at gunpoint- rather straightforward, if you ask me." Now, Nines turned to face the hotel, and you followed his gaze as it rested on the front door. "The building was evacuated as soon as the threat was recognized. Anyone who was in potential danger were told to lock their doors and hide. Some people got out, and some didn't. There were also reports of gunshots being fired."

"We need to see if those deviants are still inside. Police locked down the perimeter pretty quickly, but it is possible that they slipped away." Gavin finished off the speech. "People could be wounded." he pulled his gun from his back pocket, sliding out the magazine to check the bullets inside. You mirrored his actions, realizing the potential severity of this job. Your gun was full, and you were more than ready. "Vest up." Gavin instructed, making his way towards a large police van. He pulled open the back doors, revealing a rather wide range of equipment. He pulled out two bullet-proof vests, throwing his over his head as he handed you the other one.