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

Stop Them From Finding the Deviants.

"Next please?" the woman behind the counter called, and Gavin stepped forth, already holding the necessary cash in his hand. "How can I help you?" the girl was an android with pretty black hair tied back in a bun, and bright blue eyes. You ordered your meal with a practiced ease, and then turned to Gavin to order his. He asked for a the restaurants signature dish, consisting of toasted white Italian bread, an assortment of vegetables, and a shit-ton of bacon. He also got himself a chocolate milk. Now, the two of you were sat at one of the indoor tables by a big, clear window, staring out into the grey Detroit streets just outside. 

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As you rose from your seat in Gavin's car and stretched contentedly, back in the DPD parking lot, the lock on his car clicked shut and he led the way to the front doors. As always, your lunch had left you perfectly full and with more energy than you'd had before. You did the usual little 'routine' you followed upon entering the station, flashing your signature smile at the ST300, pushing through the gates, and giving an immediate scan of the room in search of the android you'd left behind. 

"No Plastic in sight?" Gavin mumbles half to himself, seeming to have been looking for Nines just the same. With a shrug, yet again directed at no one but himself, he slid back into his seat and let out a huff. 

"Where is he?" you ask, furrowing your brows. You had an uneasy feelings in your stomach. Brushing off the weirdness, you sit in your chair and roll up to your terminal, ready to get the last of your work done. You're no more than three minutes in when footsteps click from your right, coming from behind you. They are even and light, near-silent, so you guess they belong to Nines. With a quick turnaround you see Connor instead, for once not wearing his usual Cyberlife attire- instead, he's wearing one of Hank's obnoxiously bright button-ups. It seems Nines wearing normal clothes coaxed Connor into wearing his own. 

"Detectives? Is Nines on his way in? I have a question regarding on of the cases I'm working on." Connor halts at the side of your desk, his brown eyes flickering from you, to Gavin, and then towards the entrance gate. 

"No, he stayed behind. Said he was babysittin' Elijah." Gavin pays no mind to the way Connor's LED goes yellow, but you sure notice, and it makes that uneasiness in your chest expand, pressing against your ribs like a big balloon of dread.

"He's... not with Elijah?" Connor's tone of voice is frightening to you and you. "Elijah is seated in the break room- that's where I checked first after seeing he wasn't at your desks." you stood from your seat, and though Gavin looked rather unbothered, your nervous glance told him that you were worried. He let out a sigh, nodding his head and hauling himself to his feet. 

"Alright," he gives in, "Let's go search for him." the three of you spread out. The station wasn't that big. If Nines was still here, then it shouldn't be too hard to find him. You scanned the break room quickly, and sure enough, Elijah was there, but Nines wasn't. The interrogation room was currently in use so Nines wouldn't be there, and both you and Gavin checked the bathrooms and near the holding cells. Connor had asked around the bullpen, but no one had seen the android in question. You had made your way to the front desk, stopping in front of your ST300 friend. You didn't know her name, you suddenly realized, and made a mental note to ask her for it later. 

"'Scuse me?" you ask, and the receptionist smiles. 

"How can I help you?" her voice is not as robotic as it had been on day one. She must be a new deviant. 

"Did you see my partner leave? Nines?" you lean on the desk, tilting your head as you asked. The ST300's LED went yellow, spinning with thought, before she shook her head. She wore an apologetic smile as she shook her head.

"No, I'm sorry. He hasn't come by this way." with a thank you and a farewell, you head back into the bullpen to see Gavin leaned against his desk, awaiting your return. He looked rather anxious now as well, especially as you raised your arms at your sides in a defeated shrug.