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"Wake up, Lieutenant!" Connor exclaims, but not with a very loud voice. He slaps Hank, quite hard might I add, and I snort. "It's me, Connor!"

It's almost as if Connor's a bit upset with Hank, considering how loud that slap was. I could even see it shining in his eyes. But why is that?

Could that be because Hank had hurt me..?

Hank mumbles some incoherent things and I can't help but to laugh at what just happened, my prior thoughts being swept under the rug for the time being.

"Jesus," I manage to get out through my laughter, reaching up to take my phone back and pocket it.

Connor gives me a cheeky smile before hoisting Hank up. I stand and assist him whilst calming myself down from my little fit, wrapping Hank's other arm around my shoulders.

"We're going to sober you up for your own safety," Connor tells him.

"Hey..! Leave me alone, you fuckin' android!" Hank proclaims back, his words slurring.

We start making our way towards the bathroom and Connor continues, "I have to warn you, this may be unpleasant."

"Get the fuck outta my house!"

"I'm sorry Lieutenant, but I need both you and YN. Thank you in advance for your cooperation."

"Hey! Get the fuck outta here! Sumo! Attack! Good dog. Attack!" Sumo literally does nothing as Connor opens the bathroom door, myself being the only support for Hank for a brief moment.

We start bringing him to the tub now.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick... Ah! Leave me alone, you asshole! I'm not going anywhere. What the hell are you doing..?" We lower him into the tub. "I don't wanna bath, thank you..."

"Well, you're not gonna get a bath," I state, clarifying with a smirk. "You're gonna get a shower. There's a difference."

"Sorry, Lieutenant. It's for your own good," Connor adds, turning the shower on with the cold handle.

"Turn it off! Turn it off!" Connor obliges. "What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"A homicide was reported forty-three minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's bar, so I came to see if you were at home. YN was already here, but you had locked him in this bathroom."

"Fuckin' hell, I did that to you, YN?" Hank asks me slowly, looking over my features.

"Yeah, but don't beat yourself up over it," I respond nonchalantly. "You aren't yourself when you're drunk."

"If you say so..." he trails off, looking a bit guilty. "But Jesus, I must be the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own fuckin' android... Can't you just leave me alone?"

"Unfortunately, I cannot. I've been programmed to investigate this case and I can't do it without you."

"I don't give a shit about your goddamn case!"

"Lieutenant, you're not yourself. You should—"

"Beat it! You hear me?! Get the hell outta here!"

"I understand. It probably wasn't interesting anyway. A man found dead in a sex club downtown. Guess they'll have to solve the case without us..." Connor mentions teasingly, and I cover my mouth as I try to hide my amused grin and chuckles.

Genius.

That's something I would've done.

He really is learning.

"You know, probably wouldn't do me any harm to get some air..."

I can't believe that actually worked.

"Oh my god, you're disgusting!" I proclaim with a laugh, shaking my head.

"There're some clothes in the bedroom there," Hank finishes, shooting me a look.

"I'll go get them. What do you want to wear?" Connor replies, chuckling at me.

"Whatever."

"Are you all right, Lieutenant?"

"Yeah...yeah...wonderful... Just a...give me five minutes, okay?"

"Sure," Connor agrees before walking out.

"His room's through that door," I tell him as I exit as well, pointing to the door.

He nods and thanks me before going in there.

I go into his living room and spot a picture placed face down. Despite already knowing who it is, I lift the frame and stare at the photo.

The TV plays in the background:

"President Warren issued an official warning to Russia in her speech to Congress today, where she demanded that all Russian troops withdraw from the Arctic region immediately. The Kremlin has yet to respond, but this is clearly a new escalation in the conflict. Many experts are suggesting the specter of a third world war draws closer every day..."

There's a little boy in the picture.

My eyebrows furrow a little in sadness, keeping my gaze locked on it as Connor calls to a puking Hank, "Are you okay, Lieutenant?"

I couldn't hear his response, just lost in my own thoughts.

As Hank starts changing, Connor walks up and stands behind me more towards my left, peering over my shoulder.

I speak solemnly as I set the frame back the way it was before, "That's Cole, Hank's kid."

"Lieutenant has a kid?"

"Yeah," I reply, turning to face him after fighting back some of my tears. "It's not my place to say anything, but I'll tell you this much: Cole has something to do with why Hank isn't a fan of androids."

He carefully nods as I head to the kitchen, picking the gun up off the floor. I check the rounds and realize that the next slot, the one where if Hank pulled the trigger it would shoot, is a bullet.

My heart drops.

Could that clicking noise from earlier have been Hank firing the gun with no ammo?

"Russian roulette," I mutter, stunned.

Connor overheard me and steps closer, repeating, "Russian roulette?"

I hush him and show him the rounds, whispering to him, "I heard these weird clicking sounds earlier before a thud, which must've been Hank. Do you think the clicking noises came from this gun?"

He pauses, thinking it over and he nods, a sad look overcoming his eyes.

"Oh god," I mumble, setting the gun down on the table. I hug myself, "My best friend was playing Russian roulette... I knew it was bad, but not this bad..."

"What do you mean?"

"Hank, he's...he's struggling with his mental health," I explain quietly, glancing around to make sure he doesn't hear us. "Again, it has to do with Cole's passing, which I'm sure you saw when you scanned the photo of him."

He nods in confirmation, watching me closely.

"I knew that Hank was having a hard time, but I never would've expected him to try something this risky," I conclude, meeting Connor's gaze. "Don't say anything about this to him. Not now, at least. I don't want to trigger anything inside of him."

"You have my word," he promises softly, pulling me into a hug.

I lean against him, wrapping my own arms around him as I try to calm my racing heart, closing my eyes.

I can't believe Hank would do that...he's lucky that he collapsed when he did.

If he didn't...

"Everything will be alright," Connor reassures, gently rubbing my back to comfort me.

We pull away after a moment and I send him a small, yet still a bit nervous, smile. "Thanks, Connor. I needed that."

"It's no problem."

Hank returns and arches an eyebrow at us, "What's going on here?"

"Nothing much," I reply cooly, lying smoothly.

He doesn't seem fully convinced, but he doesn't push the subject any further.

"Sorry about the window, Lieutenant. I really thought you'd been attacked. Of course, CyberLife will pay for the damage," Connor apologizes, calmly intervening.

"Yeah, trust me, I'll send 'em a bill..." he trails off before grabbing his gun and looks to Sumo, "Be a good dog, Sumo. I won't be long."

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{ Chapter Twelve }

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-CastrarWolf