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

Wednesday, October 27th, 9:39 am

6657 Cedar Lane

the first step inside of the house and you almost threw up your breakfast. The scent- oh god, the scent- it hit you violently in the back of the throat, sending you reeling. You would have tumbled to the ground and lost consciousness if Gavin hadn't held a hand out to steady you, and  all three human detectives backed right out of the building again. 

"I warned you." Tina said with a shrug, an equal expression of disgust on her face, "I don't know how long those people have been dead for, but it's horrible." You were currently doubled over, hands on your knees, coughing up a lung and fighting to breathe in the less putrid scents of the dying flowers on the front lawn. It hardly helped. 

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" Gavin asked, appearing at your side. You nod, trying to speak, but erupt into a coughing fit once more. Extending a finger to tell Gavin that you'll be a minute, he wipe the tears stinging at your eyes away. You had truly never smelt anything so... intense. 

"Christ..." you say through a hack, finally standing upright and turning back to your friends. You shake your head, taking in one last, shaking breath before returning, more or less, to normal. "That's rank." 

"Well, at least this time we're ready for it. Let's get this bullshit over with." Hank took his last deep inhale of fresh, clean air, and turned back into the house with Connor right behind him. 

"I don't know how long I can do this for. Let's be quick, please." Pressing the back of your hand to your mouth and nose as you entered, you found that this time, now that you were ready for it, it was at least bearable enough to keep from gagging. From a room over, you heard Hank curse, and hurried in that direction. As you turn through a doorway and step into a living room, you stop in your tracks. Before you was a rather gruesome scene. In the room was a leather couch. It looked expensive- or at least, you imagined it did, before it was covered in blood and torn to shreds. On the floor just below the sofa were two people, set to look as if they were kneeling. Their heads were rested on the couch cushions, and on those couch cushions was a hand- an android hand, not a human one, much to your relief. The android hand was balled into a fist, the middle finger extended towards the ceiling. 

"Fuck." Gavin hissed, passing the group and getting closer to the decomposing bodies. He winced and looked away as the scent intensified suddenly, then pressed the sleeve of his jacket over his mouth and examined the scene closer. "Get over here, Tin. How long've these two been dead?" Nines didn't hesitate to help, looking for the easiest place to retrieve a blood sample. He extended two fingers, dropping to one knee. Running those two fingers over a stab wound on the dead girls lower back, he brought them to his lips. You had to look away as he sampled the blood. 

"Oh- Oh, fuck! You do that shit too? That's... agh, that's disgusting!" Hank scolded, and for once Gavin muttered his agreement with Lieutenant Anderson. Nines ignored the snide comment, and pulled his fingers away. 

"This girl is Amelia Beauregard, 25. Records show that she was a rookie at 84th Street Police Station. She was due to marry Callum Richards, who I assume is the male." Nines stood, wiping his fingers together as if to clean off the blood that had already been cleaned by his processor. "The blood seems to be 29 days old." You took a glance around the room, and spotted a silver shining switchblade discarded on the ground nearby. You move towards it, kneeling at it's side. It was covered in dried, brown blood. Connor knelt beside you, running his fingers along the blade and sampling it in the same way Nines had moments earlier. 

"A blood concoction... Both Amelia and Callum's." his LED was spinning a thoughtful yellow, and you assumed he was scanning the weapon. "No fingerprints, but there is lettering- LTG."