Lieutentant Hank Anderson and Detective Connor Langley head out to a case, and they run into some palls from Connor's high school days.

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"You did good, kid," Hank praises, ruffling Connor's hair as they walk out of the house.

Connor rolls his eyes as he tries to fix his hair, but he smiles nonetheless. His cheeks flush the slightest from the compliment.

"Thanks."

"How about I treat you to lunch?" The Lieutentant suggests, brows raised as he looks at him, awaiting an answer. "We could get something for your brother too."

"You shouldn't, Hank."

"I know," He replies. "But maybe I just want to?" He says, eyeing Connor with an amused exoression. When he sees that Connor isn't changing his mind he speaks again. "Or maybe I could get you a rubix cube?"He suggests. "I know you're good at those."

Connor sighs. "Thanks, but I'm goo--"

"Connor?"

Connor's head whips around, fast enough to give him whiplash, at the mention of his name. His brows furrow. "Yes?"

A well dressed guy who looks oddly familiar jogs up to him. One of the first things he notices about him are his different coloured eyes. Heterochromia, he remembers it called. A rare thing. And then it clicks.

"Markus?"

Hank watches with interest. Connor doesn't share too much about his life, but neither does he, so he can't exactly argue with him.

"I haven't seen you since high school!" Markus exclaims. "I have to be honest," He says. "I always wondered what happened with you and your brother."

Connor smiles at him. A sincere one. He's never experienced something like this before. He finds he likes it. "We're good," He replies.

"So you work at the Police?"

Connor blinks for a moment before remembering that he is in fact at work, at a crime scene. "Oh, yeah," He chuckles. "This is Lieutentant Hank Anderson," He says, motioning towards Hank. "My partner."

"Nice to meet you." Markus smiles as they shake hands, firmly.

"So you were friends?" Hank asks, looking between the two of them. Connor smiles sheepisly, looking at the ground.

"I didn't exactly have many friends," Connor replies.

Hank's brow raise. "Oh?" He looks at Connor who just nods.

Markus looks back at Connor. "I have to go, but what about I give you my number and we can catch up later?" He asks. Connor nods, feeling a bit reluctant, but doing it nevertheless and takes his phone out of his pocket. Markus snatches the phone out of his hand. Connor watches dumbfounded as Markus types what he thinks-- he hopes, is his number.

"I'll see you some time in the figure then?" He asks, grinning as he hands him back his phone. Connor nods, and suddenly Markus has run off.

Hank turns to Connor. "So about lunch..."

Idk how I feel about this, I just needed to get this done so I could write them hanging out together.

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