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Wh-thump!
Wh-thump!
Connor’s eyes followed the bouncy ball you were tossing over his head and across several desks to nearly the top of the glass wall that faced you of Captain Fowler’s office. You smirked as you could tell it was getting to the Captain.
After a few more throws, Connor finally pulled his eyes away from the rubber ball and focused directly on you, “You are disrupting your superior’s work and appear to be angering him.”
You just smirked, “That’s kind of the point.”
Connor’s eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. It was scary how human-like androids could be. You were pulled from admiring Connor's features as you heard the familiar sound of fists hitting the desk.
You tossed the ball to Connor as you quickly whispered, “Quick! Hide it!”
Connor simply looked down at the toy in his hands and looked back at you. Hank couldn’t help but snicker softly at Connor’s complete confusion and lack of following your order. You were focused on the Captain now though.
“Detective Anderson!” he shouted. Almost everyone’s heads went down immediately as they tried to act busy with work though you knew it was all a ruse to listen in. Only Connor looked on in curiosity, your father in amusement. “I thought I banned toys from the office.”
“I thought I asked for a case. You know the juicer it is the longer I’ll be out of your hai- way, out of your way,” you gave an innocent smile which quickly became amused as you could see the faint traces of shock on Connor’s face. Though he had already worked with your father, Hank, and he should know the apple usually doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Captain Fowler gave an exasperated sigh as he looked around, trying to figure out how to handle you. Clearly, something came to mind as a wicked smile grew on his face, “You know what, there is a case we could use you on. All hands on deck sort of thing and the biggest, juiciest case we got.” You didn’t like where this was going. Your amused smile fell before he even broke the news. “You’re now helping on all deviant cases.”
Your eyes widened, “But sir!”
Captain Fowler didn’t even look at you as he returned to his office though you could see he now wore the world’s biggest grin as he sat back down at his desk.
You went for the ball you had tossed Connor but your father was quicker and leaned across the desks to take the toy, “You don’t need to be paying for repairs to the Captain’s office…again.”
With that, Hank stood and headed off, probably to hide the rubber ball or even trash it.
“I’m sorry that you are upset that have to work with me. Hopefully, it will not get in the way of our investigation,” Connor’s apology actually caught you off guard.
“Wha- Oh no! You’re fine Connor. Unlike dear old dad, I don’t hate androids. Working with you will probably be the best part about this case,” you told him sincerely. You were actually a little jealous Connor got assigned to your father.
“In that case, I’m glad to be working with such a fine detective,” Connor offered his hand and an almost warm smile.
You snorted never hearing someone call you a fine detective without being sarcastic.
“I’m sorry. Are my files wrong? Aside from the disciplinary file, you have quite notable accomplishments such as the highest arrest rate and fewest unsolved cases,” Connor noted.
“Yeah, that’s because she get’s all the easy cases,” Reed piped up from his desk.
“I don’t ask for them, asshole,” you shot him a glare.
“No. Lieutenant Daddy does,” he teased.
“That’s it,” you stood up, shoving your chair into your desk, ready to fight.
Reed just smirked and leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on his desk, “Oh, bring it, Sweetheart.”
You took a step forward but stopped as you felt a hand on your wrist. You looked back to see Connor standing now too. You were about to ask what it was thinking but his eyes shifted just slightly and following the gaze you could see Captain Fowler watching you. You really didn’t need another disciplinary warning or possibly even to be kicked off the case just as fast as you were attached to it,
You took a deep breath, “Come on, Connor. Let’s go find Hank and get out of here.”
“That’s it. Listen, to your robo-boyfriend. Shoo. shoo,” Reed gave you a shit eating grin as you passed his desk.
You clenched your teeth as you felt your blood boil but as soon as you were past him you felt a hand on the small of your back. It was oddly soothing and as you took a deep breath you ventured a look at Connor. You were almost surprised as you could have sworn you saw a look of concern on his face but you told yourself it wasn’t possible. It was just his programming.