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

Amelia and Callum, 25 and 27

"LTG?" you repeat, and stand up once more, wondering what the letters represented. "Initials?" that was the obvious guess. 

"Most likely. TG, like the model number of the suspected androids. L might be the first letter of whatever name the killer owns." Gavin was at your side now, staring down at the weapon. 

"Or it could be a coincidence. We don't know that whoever killed these two are linked to the other murders." Hank was right, you suspected, and added on to his comment.

"Did these two own any androids?" Nines was the one to answer, LED yellow as he accessed all of the data he had on Amelia and Callum. 

"Yes, Callum owned one. A WR600, modeled for gardening." That explained the abundance of flowers out in the front of the house, though they looked like they hadn't been taken care of. There was a very slim chance that the android was still in the house, let alone anywhere near the house.

"Is it worth a look around?" you suggest, and everyone seems fine and dandy with an excuse to leave the grisly scene, as well as getting further away from the source of that putrid smell. "Fan out, I'll take the upstairs with Gavin and Nines." As Connor and Hank turn to leave, so do you and your partners, making a beeline for the stairs which were next to the front door. With every step, the stairs beneath you creaked, and the wretched smell grew more and more faint. Gavin took an immediate left into a bathroom, and Nines broke off into a bedroom, leaving one more door at the end of the hallway for you to check. You grabbed the handle, and braced yourself for the worse, scenarios of a blood-lusted deviant lunging out at you playing through your head. You reached for your gun just to be safe, and shoved the door open. Of course, nothing happened, and you were just fine. Your heart had began hammering in your chest, but you forced it to calm and flicked on the light. You were in another bedroom, the master bedroom. To the right of the room was a door leading to a bathroom, and to the left was a door most likely leading to a closet. 

"Bathroom's clear!" Gavin's voice echoes through the house, Nine's following soon after. 

"This room is clear too." that just left your room. Now, you realized how teeny tiny the chances of finding your android was. Your hand drifted from your gun and you checked quickly under the bed and in the bathroom. Nothing. That just left the closet, but you'd lost hope. Making your way to the closet door, you grabbed the handle, let out a huff, and ripped it open. Almost immediately your heart seemed to stop in your chest and you let out a blood-curdling scream, stumbling backwards and to the ground at the sight of a figure. You were scrambling, reaching for your gun, recognizing the honey-blonde hair and dark green clothing of a WR600 android you currently suspected and considering the worst. Footsteps thundered towards you, and Gavin was the first to show, gun drawn. He stumbled to a halt at your side, reaching to grab one of your arms and attempt to drag you backwards and out of harms way- until, he catches sight of what had scared you, and stops entirely. You had finally gotten your gun drawn, and were moving to train it on the dangerous deviant when Gavin started... laughing. Confusion spread across your face, and Nines burst into the room, his LED a vibrant red. Gavin continued to laugh, reholstering his gun and extending a hand for you to take. You didn't take it, not yet. 

"What is happening?!" Nines demanded, and had his gun at the ready as well.

"The worlds jumpiest detective over here got spooked by a docile little android!" Gavin was still smiling, and at last you took his hand. He pulled you to your feet, pointing to the robot in the closet. He stood, immobile, with his hands folded in front of it. You let out a sigh of relief, and then punched Gavin in the arm with enough force to snap him out of his laughing fit and draw a surprised shout. "What was that for??" 

"That was for being an asshole!" you said simply, placing a hand on your chest to feel your stuttering heart. It was already slowing with your partners in the room. "Scared the shit out of me... Jesus..." now, looking more carefully, something was off with the android. He wouldn't be harmful, he wasn't deviant, but you had missed something when you had passed him a quick glance moments earlier. "He's all beat up." you breathe, and step forwards to place a hand on his shoulder. He has no LED. Mechanically, his head turns to you, and you stumble backwards with a gasp. His eyes, which had been closed, were now open- and behind his eyelids were two voids. "His eyes..!" you force out, your voice no more than a breath.