(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

We were standing in an elevator, silence monopolizing the air. Strangely, Connor seemed kind of absent, simply having his eyes closed. I wondered what he was doing, tilting my head. Once the lift arrived on the correct floor, Hank stepped outside, shooting a questioning look at the android.

I gently tapped the brown haired man's arm, speaking, "Are you all right Connor?"

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, answering, "I'm sorry, I was making a report to CyberLife." Shaking his behavior off, I solely smiled at him.

"Are you two besties planning to stay in that damn elevator or what?"

We both shook our heads at the same time, following Hank.

"What do we know about this guy?" the lieutenant asked.

Connor answered, stopping next to something on the ground. "Not much. Just that a neighbor reported that he heard strange noises coming from this floor. Nobody's supposed to be living here, but the neighbor said he saw a man hiding a LED under his cap."

I stared at the thing on the ground and raised a brow when I recognized it was a pile of feathers. How did those get here?

"Oh Christ, if we have to investigate every time someone hears a strange noise, we're gonna need more cops." Hank seemed kind of annoyed, yet kept walking.

"Hey, were you really making a report back there in the elevator? Just by closing your eyes?" The grey-haired man's interest in Connor's prior action was somehow adorable, causing me to grin to myself.

"Correct," Connor stated.

"Shit... Wish I could do that..."

Well, Hank was not wrong, that would be extremely useful. I wondered if I would eventually end up, being able to sent a report like that too. I was on the right path for such a thing, that was for sure. Yet the question was, whether that was a good thing.

We stopped in front of the suspicious apartment, as Connor walked up to the door. He knocked on it, yelling, "Anybody home? Open up! Detroit Police!"

For a second there was no answer but shortly afterwards, a few noises emerged from inside. "You two stay behind me," Hank exclaimed.

Connor instantly replied, "Got it. "

We nodded, while Hank moved in front of us, pulling out his gun. I did the same, standing before Connor. With one strong kick, Hank pushed the door open, entering the accomodation. We followed him into the narrow hallway, seeing him open another door a few feet away.

He halted in front of the last closed door, nodding towards us. I moved next to him, raising my own gun. Taking a deep breath, I watched Hank throwing his body against the wood, pushing it aside. Forthwith, a host of pigeons surprised us by flying into out direction.

"What the fuck is this?!" I heard Hank curse, while I misplaced my foot due to the shock and fell backwards. Fortunately, Connor stood right behind me, catching my body in his arms.

"Is everything alright, detective?"

Feeling a certain warmth spread through my body, I looked up at him, smiling apologetically. "Sorry for that but thank you for catching me."

He let me go and we quickly traced Hank's steps into the next room. More pigeons sat on the ground, flying up once the lieutenant stumbled through them.

"Jesus, this place stinks..."

As Hank checked on the rest of the apartment, he came to a conclusion. "Uh, looks like we came for nothin', our man's gone..."

We wandered through several rooms, searching for any clues to discern that the suspect was a deviant. I kneeled down to check the refrigirator, finding nothing but dust inside. Since he did not have any food here, I suspected it was an android indeed.

I heard Hank ask, "Found something?", hence I looked up and noticed Connor holding some kind of book.

"I don't know... It looks like a notebook but it's...indecipherable."

I put a hand underneath my chin, doubts rising inside of me. If even Connor was unable to read the entries, it surely must be some kind of deviant code. That was the only thing he was not programmed for.

I looked to the side, spotting a jacket on another dresser.

"R.T....  I guess these could be initials." I told Hank, who stood right next to me.

He scoffed and commented, "He put his initials on his jacket? That's something your mom does when you're in first grade..."

I was confused as well, why a deviant would label his clothes.

"Deviants have a habit of putting their names on things. It seems important to them." Connor's explanation seemed logical. If those androids wished to feel like humans, they surely wanted the right to possess something as well.

"Birdseed... I can't believe it. This nutjob was actually feeding these fuckers..."

While Hank continued talking in the background, I entered the corridor again, heading for another room. This one appeared to be a bathroom. My gaze immediately landed on the wall, which was covered by hazy scribbles.

"And once again, there is the mysterious rA9. Who the hell is that person?" I mumbled to myself, jumping when I heard Connor behind me.

"It was written 2471 times... You're right, it's the same sign Ortiz's android wrote on the shower wall... Why are they obsessed with this sign?..."

Hank joined us, skeptically eyeing the writing. "Looks like mazes or something..." I agreed with him on that. No sane person would be able to see clear in between this mess.

While Hank returned to the hallway, I noticed something blue in the sink. Curious, I inched closer, gasping upon seeing what was hidden there. "I do know quite a few things about androids but I never knew they were able to remove their LED."

I held it up so Connor could see what I was talking about. He simply nodded and mentioned, "With the help of a sharp object it is, in fact, possible."

I pressed my lips onto each other. If that was the case, practically nothing would distinguish them from humans anymore. Didn't that mean there was a possibility of them living a life like us? I truly hoped that was the case.

Suddenly, Connor softly pushed me aside, causing me to look up. He moved close to the sink, dipping his fingers in whatever was laying in there. Knowing what was about to come, I chuckled. The android put his fingers up to his mouth, licking the substance on his skin.

"Any results?" I sarcastically inquired, keeping my eyes on him. No matter how weird the concept of this "testing" thing was, it also was attractive in some way. Embarrassing to admit but Connor would never know or understand what I meant anyway.

As my partner was about to give me an answer, I held up my hand. "I know that you've learned something, I just wanted to tease you."

I smiled, waving my question off. Spinning around, I returned to the main room. Connor followed me, seemingly lost in thoughts. After some time, he approached an armchair standing next to a closet.

"What is it?" I asked, moving behind him. The android didn't answer, climbed up the furniture and just one second later, he was pushed to the ground by someone descending from a hole in the roof. I gasped, losing my balance and then my sight, since it was covered by too many pigeons.

"God damn fuckin' pigeons!" Hank cursed, standing somewhere close to us. Stumbling back, I noticed the deviant running out of the door and Connor stopping for a second.

"What are you waiting for?! Chase it!" Hank yelled, causing the detective android to rapidly take off. I coughed due to the dust that was lifted up by the birds and covered my mouth with one hand.

"I'll follow him." I suggested but Hank shook his head.

"You'll never catch up with him (Y/N)."

I blankly stared at him. "Well, do you want to just stand around?" The lieutenant rolled his eyes, pointing outside a window.

"They'll definitely pass those rooftops. Let's look for a shortcut."

Without letting me even protest, the grey haired man jogged out of the apartment. I huffed and followed him. His idea did make sense after all.

. . .

We had run towards where we had last seen Connor and the deviant, me slowing down a little to stay at Hank's side.

"Ah, look over there!" I exclaimed, pointing to a moving train.

First the deviant jumped onto it, then Connor followed without hesitation.

"Holy shit..." Hank mumbled. I agreed on that. Androids were crazy indeed.

"Let's move to that house." I nodded towards another rooftop, earning an approving gaze from Hank. We continued running across the buildings, passing a greenhouse and some, assumingly, corn fields.

As if fate manipulated us all, the deviant came running exactly into Hank's and my direction. We stood at the edge of the roof, as the grey-haired man called out, "Stop right there!"

Instead of fleeing from us, the unkown android tackled Hank, hence I leaped towards the machine, fiercely grabbing his shoulders. My right arm failed to bring up enough strength but fortunately, I had the other one as well. With all my power, I pushed the android away, trying to kick his legs off the floor at the same time. He was overwhelmed by my force, now sent back, yet in that explicit moment, Hank was shoved over the edge of the roof by our fight.

I widened my eyes in shock and held my breath. As fast as possible, I grabbed the lieutenants arm, keeping a firm grip on it.

"Ugh, hold on Hank!" I hissed through my teeth. Attempting to haul him up with mainly my left arm. I grunted, knowing that my strength alone was not enough. From behind me, I heard footsteps, now fearing that the devaint approached us. Nonetheless, I was unable to turn around, since I was still gripping Hank's arms.

When I noticed Connor kneeling down out of the corner of my eyeshot, a sigh of relief escaped my mouth. With one hand, he took a hold of Hanks left arm and with the other one, my partner supported me, gently gripping my waist. Heat welled up inside me, as we pulled Hank back onto the roof. Perhaps it was the exhaustion.

Yeah sure, I ironically thought to myself.

"Shit! Oh SHIT! We had it! Fuck!" Hank cursed, causing me to gawk at him. That was what he was worried about? He almost lost his damn life!

"It's my fault, I should have been faster." Connor said, somehow seeming full of guilt. Hank and I looked at each other, then the grey-haired man addressed the android.

"You'd have caught it if it weren't for me... That's alright. We know what it looks like. We'll find it..."

I also sighed, chiming in, "Don't say that Hank. It was partly my mistake to accidentily bump into you during my fight with the deviant. Besides, Connor saved your life. I surely wouldn't have been able to do it alone."

I reassuringly smiled at my partners, just now noticing how Connor's LED had been shining in a bright yellow this whole time.

That was, when another thought entered my mind. I had cared less about serving justice to the criminal but rather focused on saving Hank's life. My eyes lingered on the ground beneath us, as I was lost in thought. I knew that I had made my choice on the inside. I had chosen my emotions over my sense for justice and therefore my mission. Would CyberLife find out about this? Fear of being locked away welled up in my chest, as I felt nausea.

"Let's go." Hank stood up and walked away.

Suddenly, a hand entered my vision. Connor stood in front of me, offering to haul me up. Looking at his face, I imaged to see worry in the depths of his hazel brown eyes. Once again, something moved deep within me. I felt warmth emerging from his skin, feeling comfortable holding the android's hand. Slightly blushing, I stared at our intertwined fingers. After I was standing on both my feet again, he let go and a cold breeze passed me. I couldn't possibly give in to my sentiments that much, could I? No, after all, that affection had costed me in the past.

Silently, I trailed behind my two partners, conflicted once again.