(Y/N) , (L/N) = Your name, last name
(Y/F/D) = Your favourite drink
(Y/F/S) = Your favourite song

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You groaned, pushing your chair back and getting up out of it. Your fingers grasped the head as you pushed it back under your desk, tidying up (sliding files into your desk, cleaning crumbs, throwing away any rubbish) before quietly leaving to find your partner. It was late and your shift had started about 10 minutes ago, yet Hank hadn't shown up. In the meantime, you had reviewed the basic information of the case you had been assigned and were currently going to find your friend.

Upon leaving the building, you were aproached by a figure; man, whatever. You just glared at him while walking past. "Excuse me, do you know where Lieutenant Anderson will be?" The question struck you off guard, though you were used to being asked that question. "No, I'm about to go find him, why?" The words tumbled out your mouth as you turned around, looking at the man. With one look at the outfit, you realised the man was an android. "I was assigned a case with him and his partner. Which must be you," You heard him add as his LED flickered from blue to yellow, then back to the blue. "My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife," The android introduced himself.

"(Y/N) (L/N), though please call me (Y/N), Connor," You greeted, holding out your hand, which he shook. "Where will Lieutenant Anderson be?" Connor spoke as he slid in the car after you. "Most likely at a bar, drinking his sorrows away," You answered, starting your car up, though sending a quick text to him, asking where he was and pulling out your space and driving off.

The car journey was awkward until you received a reply. You smirked to yourself as his ringtone played for the message and your new partner looked confused. "That ringtone is from a children's animated show called Spongebob Squarepants. It is set under the sea with the main character being a sponge and his best friend is a starfish, his neighbour is a pessimistic squid," Connor spoke, listing off the facts. You bit your lip to hold in a laugh. "Okay, smarty-pants. Look at that text and tell me what it says," You said, glancing over at the android before parking outside a bar.

"He says 'None of your business, leave me alone,' " Connor said, looking up at you. A groan escaped your lips. "Okay. Go check in there, I'll go have a look around a bit further in the street. Have him call me if you find him," You ordered, turning on the engine again. Connor nodded, getting out the car and shutting the door. You watched him enter the bar then you drove off. After searching for a parking spot and finally finding one, you went to have a look in some of the bars on the street.

One after the other. Hank was in none of them. Not like you expected him to be, he floated around them but he normally went to the same one. You didn't know the name, since you didn't really like to interfere with Hank's personal life and he was a bit scary while drunk, but you would if needed. That was proved when you found him drinking in his house playing russian roulette. You bit your lip at the memory as worry began to knot in your stomach. The taste of sick slowly appeared in your mouth and you grumbled, quickly walking to the nearest convenience store and buying a (Y/F/D). You sat back in your car, sipping the drink, twiddling your hands.

To kill the time, you decided to go on your phone. Scrolling through your social media, playing whatever games you could find until you got that phone call from Hank confirming he was okay. You wondered if Connor had found him or had been kicked our because he was an android, and whether to report Hank missing to the police-. "That's stupid, we are the police," you muttered to yourself, laughing nervously. Then your phone rang in your hand and the custom ringtone played. You giggled to yourself before answering. "Hank! Where have you-"

"Did you send that android here?" You heard Hank's grumble through the speaker. "Who? Connor? Yeah, to look for you," You replied, playing with a loose thread on your jumper. "Where were you?" You pushed, your perky reply dropping in a second. "None of your business (Y/N). That fuckin' android poured my fuckin' drink out!!" Hank exclaimed. "Okay. I'll meet you at the crimescene in 5 minutes, yeah?" You said, then hung up as he replied.

You started the car for the third time, but not the last time that night. To loosen up your nerves, you played (Y/F/S) and had a mini karaoke in your car. It sure worked because by the time you got there you were in a good mood. You pulled up, getting out and locking the car, then walking in the building to meet Hank and Connor. "Right, what happened?" You asked Hank, your gaze flicking over to the bent-over android. "All we know is the deviant attacked the owner. His name is Carlos Ortiz, he was stabbed 28 times. Left here for 2 weeks, we believe," one of the other officers you worked with replied, and you nodded quietly. "Thank you."

After that discussion you started examining the different rooms. You were looking at the clues. A knife taken from the rack, the table and chairs pushed over and destroyed. You even examined the body, which nearly made you throw up. "Trust me, it was worse before we opened the wimdows!" The same officer grinned at you. You smiled, though you were wishing you had brought that drink in. "wHoAh, Jesus, what the fuck are you doing?" Hank exclaimed, disgust laced in his voice. "I'm analyzing the blood. I can check samples in real time. I'm sorry, I should have warned you," Connor replied. You bit your lip, holding back a laugh from Hank's reaction. "Okay, just don't..put any more evidence in your mouth, got it?"

"Got it," Connor replied, nodding his head and standing back up. You stood up too, not being able to stand the stench coming off of the corpse. After a few more examinations, you made your way over to your partner. "Imagine being stabbed 28 times," you said to him, your gaze trailing from the Lieutenant to the body. "Yeah, seems like a horrible way to die," Hank responded. "I think I know what happened," Connor said from behind you.

"Okay, go."

"The victim went into the kitchen and started beating the deviant. The deviant grabbed a knife, stabbed the owner and then shoved him on the table, knocking it over. Ortiz then tried to crawl to the..living room. The deviant pushed him against the wall and carried on stabbing him. Then I believe he went somewhere." Connor finished his theory, looking at both of you expectantly. "Um.. seems reasonable," You nodded, looking at your partner, who nodded. "How do we know it was attacked?" Hank asked. "Well, it was damaged and lost some thirium."

"Thirium?" You asked, your mind going blank. "You call it blue blood, it powers the biocompartments," Connor answered, looking at you. You nodded slowly in response, "It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye."

"But you can still see it, can't you?" Hank said, folding his arms. Connor nodded, and then began to walk on a trail that you guessed had to do the the thirium. You suddenly bit your tongue and winced in pain, swearing quietly under your breath. Now you really wished you had your drink. Then Connor came back in, grabbing a chair.

"Wahey, Connor that's evidence-" Hank started to talk, but Connor cut him off. "Sorry, Lieutenant," he apologised, but took the chair with him. You followed him, "Connor, what are you doing?" You frowned as he stood on the chair. "I believe the deviant is still here, I'm going to check the attic," He answered simply. "I'm coming up too!" You said, stepping toward him. "No, (Y/N), I cannot let yo-"

"Please, Connor," You pleaded dramatically. You heard him climb up. "Come on," He stuck his hand down and helped you climb up. Once up there, you took a look around, wincing at the cobwebs and the dank smell of the attic. You followed Connor after a minute or so, not being so happy on your own. "Connor," you whispered, pointing over to a shadow on a cloth hung up. He nodded and crept toward it, then pulled it down. You held back a loud sigh of relief, but something moved in the back. You pulled your gun out on instinct and stood infront of Connor. The source of the movement rushed out, but stopped in its tracks as it saw you. "Please don't tell them," It whispered. Your gun fell to your side. "Okay-"

"Lieutenant! It's here!" Connor yelled. The deviant looked over to Connor, horror creeping on it's face. "No.."