Hello everyone! This is a random little thing I decided to do after I played Detroit Become Human and fell in love with Connor and his relationship with Hank (the good one anyway).

This story is going to be pretty much completely Connor and Hank-centric, but the others may make an appearance or become reoccurring characters.

It's definitely something different but I hope you all can enjoy it anyway.

Disclaimer: I don't own Detroit: Become Human or any of its characters. I only own the random OCs that may appear.

Warnings: language (I mean Hank is in this...), violence but nothing too gross.

Possible OOCness, but it all depends on how you played through the game. My Connor is kind of innocently oblivious until he's forced to be more serious which he then turned into the badass we all love.

Well here it is!

"As part of the peace-time treaty made between the nations, the United States of America agreed to destroy all EV900 models. This was completed as of early this morning and the parts will—"

"Connor?"

"In other news—"

"Connor? Hey!" There was a high pitched noise which the android faintly recognized as two hands clapping together.

The noise seemed to knock the android out of calibration as the world appeared before him. "Haha, yes! There you are," a perky voice spoke near him. Connor scanned the area, eyes eventually landing on a face he instantly recognized without needed to search the database.

Cathrine Williams—Cathy, as she threatens bodily harm if he called her anything else. An engineer who is known to fully support and help Androids, yet still being human herself. Although he could recognize her, Connor doesn't know why he is here. "Why?" His voice was more robotic than human, causing him to cut himself off immediately.

"Ah, uh yea," she rubbed the back of her neck. "It's gonna take a few minutes for everything to come back. But long story short, I gave you a little makeover! Wanna see?" She grinned and led him over to a mirror. The face that looked back was not one that he recognized. Brown eyes scanned over dark brown hair and a softer, less intimidating face than he was used to.

Suddenly memories started to flood back.

EV900s to termination center. EV 900s to termination center.

Connor blinked and shook his head, mentally fighting against the emotions flooding into his programming. The circle on his temple that identified him as an android flashed red.

The deviant only knew that he needed to escape. No matter what that entailed.

"Are the memories returning?"

Gunfire. Blood. Death.

Connor pressed the palm of his hands to his temples and knelt down.

Death. Death. Death.

"No." This was not an answer, but a pained declaration.

Guilt. Emotion. Deviant?

"No, no, nonono—"

"Shh, Connor," he felt a gentle arm wrap around him. "It's a lot, I know. Just relax. Relax." The flood of memories were easier to take in and Connor could process them calmly.

A few minutes later he was up and running like normal. He heard a low whistle. "I've worked with a lot of androids in my time, but I've never seen one do anything quiet like that."

"I suppose not," Connor agreed with no emotion in his voice. It was no longer robotic, but was still not a voice he recognized for himself.

"Oh come on, don't block me out now. I already know you're a little different than most Androids," Cathy spoke with such a casual tone one wouldn't believe that being different was certain death for androids. "Hell, you've got a lot of secrets, but don't worry, they're safe with me."

The Android stared at the small woman who seemed to float through her life without care and unendingly happy. His head tilted to the side in some form of thought. "You are an odd human," which was true. Very true. But she was extremely smart and knew what she wanted to do and get out of life. She had picked the side of the androids and very possibly saved Connors's life.

"Oh yes. Wonderful thing to hear from the guy who broke through my door and told me to completely rearrange his face. How's that going by the way, Mr. RK800?" Before Connor could answer, she jumped up from her place on the armrest of her couch. "Oh yea! I made you something for your new job," she ran off into a side room.

She returned a minute later wearing a fancy, oversized coat jacket with the normal android insignias, along with a model code. RK800. She spun. "You like it? I figured you'd need something new considering you're still wearing your EV jacket." Connor looked down to see that, indeed, his dark green and black EV uniform still clung to his body.

She slid out of the jacket easily, looking at him expectantly. He stared back, confused. She sighed. "You gonna try it on or just stare at it all day?"

"Oh," he shed his own jacket before taking the one she offered and slung it over his shoulders. He met no resistance while putting it on. He ran his hands over the fabric, committing the feeling to memory. "It's . . . Nice."

"Damn well better be 'cause I'm not making you another one," Cathy muttered. "I'd burn the other one if I were you, no evidence and all that jazz," she waved dismissively and tossed it towards him. He caught it instinctively.

"So I'm guessing you don't have a place to stay for the night, huh?" She once again placed herself on the arm of the couch and watched him.

"There are hundreds of Temporary Android Parking Stations around the city, I could just check my internal map and—"

"I'm not gonna just drop you off at one of those things. I have a spare bedroom—do you even need sleep?" Soldier models were so different than other androids so there was no way of knowing what was installed and what wasn't.

"Because of the erratic nature of war, there was a lack of knowledge on the timeline and ability to eat and rest while still completing our mission. EV900 models were created with this in mind and were made completely self-sufficient," Connor explained to the woman who looked at him in exasperation. "You could'a just said no," she shook her head and laughed.

Sliding off the couch and walking towards the android, Cathy smacked him on the shoulder. "Well even if you aren't tired, I am. Find something to entertain yourself with I guess. Night!" She wandered off into her room and softly shut the door.

Connor placed himself on the recently abandoned couch and decided to run a system check. Cathy had not changed any of him programs of her own preference. She had voiced her own concern of incapability when he had requested a full system remodeling. According to her, EV900s—or any soldier models—were government knowledge only, and much more advanced than anything shown in schools. The engineer had changed only what was required to keep his true identity hidden from humans and androids alike. All of his weapons systems were still installed and fully functional.

He glanced at the dark green jacket laying in a crumpled messed beside him. He reached and picked it up from the collar. He placed his other hand under the bottom and allowed a small flame to flicker from his forefinger and middle finger. The jacket caught fire easily and soon burned to nothing more than a pile of ash.

Connor sighed and leaned back. He didn't really know much about detective work, a huge disadvantage considering that was the entire point of the RK line's creation. Soldier models weren't meant to go into normal communities. Only fight and return to the CyberLife warehouse. He wondered why the creators even gave him a working communications system if they were never meant to use it. Considering his situation it was probably for the best.

A ding suddenly went off in his head as a mission appeared in his internal vision. According to the notes there was a homicide involving a now missing android and Connor was to arrive at the police station immediately.

The android stood swiftly and silently and stepped on the boards that would emit the least amount of sound as he headed towards the door. He wasn't sure if Cathy was asleep yet or not, but didn't want to risk waking the engineer if she had managed to fall asleep already. He exited the house without a sound.

It was too late to busses to be running so he would have to make the trip on foot. He didn't mind other than the fact that it would be a much more time consuming trip than a car or bus. He could always apply his full sleep and make the trip in no time, but decided to lay low for the time being. Nothing too extreme at such a sensitive time would be the best course of action.

He began his walk to the station.

Connor knew humans hated androids in the normal world, but he never witnessed it first hand. The human soldiers he fought alongside were always happy to have him by their side. These humans definitely were not. They glared and sneered when he so much as glanced at them. He hoped they were just grumpy from being awake so late.

"Hey!" Connor turned at the calling voice behind him. He made eye contact with a larger black man who he identified as Jeffrey Fowler, the police captain. "In here," the captain jerked his neck towards the office he proceeded to walk into. Connor followed. "Shut the door," Fowler ordered when the Android entered the glass-walled room. Connor stood in front of the desk in the center of the room that the captain placed himself at.

"Well, unsurprisingly, you got here before the man I've assigned you to work with," Fowler sat with his arms outstretched and hands clasped together on the desk. Connor remained silent with his hands behind his back. "I guess maybe I should warn you . . . about your partner. He can be rather difficult to work with, and you being an android won't help."

"I understand. I will simply work through my orders and do what I must to appease this partner," Connor recited with a perfect calm and indifference. Captain Fowler seemed surprised before chuckling and shaking his head. "If only it was that easy with humans." Connor remained straight faced. He had read through different articles on his walk to the station and surmised that his best option would be to play the emotionless robot. Even if it was a complete lie and Connor was anything but.

It's not like they could know that though.

Before either man could speak again there was a loud crash in the main room. Connor turned to see an older gray-haired man stumble around, knocking random files and tools off of various desks. He was obviously drunk, but carried no bottles or drinks. "Dammit that man," Fowler mumbled. The captain stood and walked towards the glass door, opening it and leaning out. "Anderson! In here, now!"

"Yea, yea! Comin'," grumbled the newcomer dismissively. Connor was able to catch a glimpse of the man's face and learned his full name: Hank Anderson, the Lieutenant. He wasn't sure if it was surprising or not that this man had no criminal record.

Fowler sighed and walked back to his desk before Anderson burst through the door and haphazardly landed against Connor who held him up without a problem. "Get the hell off'a me!" Connor didn't try to convince the man it was actually him who had fallen on the Android, instead simply retracting his supporting hands. The inebriated man turned his glare to his superior.

"And what in the hell do you think you're doing sending me off on some wild goose chase in the middle of the damn night!" He pointed angrily.

"Hank we don't have time for your shit tonight. Pull yourself together. We have a dead person, and a missing android, and trust me I don't like sending your drunk ass out anymore than you like going, but I have no choice. You are the designated deviant investigator, and you better start behaving. They've sent an android to stay on your ass."

"My ass? Hell no! I am not working with a pile of plastic," Hank turned back to the android once again and gave the best glare a drunk man could.

"Yes you are. And because you can't control yourself for ten minutes you are going to be stuck doing office work with him until you sober up," Fowler returned attention to himself by standing. "Now go to your desk and help him set up."

"God damn fucking . . . " grumbled Hank under his breath as he left the room. Connor opted to say nothing and follow the man. "Close the door on your way out," the captain called, which Connor complied.

Anderson sad at a two desk pod, the second desk seemingly empty. "Is there a desk available for me to use?" Connor inquired. Hank just looked up at the android with complete hopelessness. "Great, fucking stupid too. How about the desk right in front of me, Dipshit?"

"Of course," Connor nodded and went around to the empty desk. "Would you like me to get you some water?" Hank looked like he was about to say no, but apparently thought better of it when another painful throb worked its way through his skull. "Yea, sure whatever. Just make it quick," he eventually answered.

Connor nodded and began to walk towards the break room. It looked empty until he made it to the door and saw Gavin sitting with another policewoman in the table at the back corner. "Oh look, if it isn't our newest plastic detective. What, you get hungry?" Gavin spat disgustedly.

Connor tilted his head. "I do not require food, I came to retrieve water for Lieutenant Anderson."

"Oh, so you're his new handmaid, huh? Gonna start wiping his ass for him too?" Gavin was now out of his seat and face to face with Connor. The human didn't seem perturbed by the fact that the android hovered a good few inches above him. "Of course not, he is completely capable—"

"Oh don't play smart with me jackass," Gavin sneered before pushing at Connor's chest. Connor allowed himself to be moved. Even if he was actually an RK800 and not an EV900, Connor would have been much stronger than the average human and could easily withstand the petty attacks. Even so, it is part of android programming that they lower themselves below humans despite being superior.

After a punch to the gut, Connor didn't move because he was much more focused on shutting down the instinct to defend himself. He didn't realize how much his EV programming would impact him in the normal world. Gavin seemed to realize that he wasn't getting through to the android and decided to try a new tactic.

He pulled his gun from his holster and pointed it directly into Connor's face, the safety clicking off faintly. "Not so tough now, huh?" Gavin smirked.

The taller stayed straight faced and calmly stared at his offender. He knew the bullet wouldn't be able to pierce even the first layer of protective covering underneath his skin.

"Gavin!" Called an irate sounding Hank. "I swear if you shoot him while he's trying to get me my water I will kick your ass!" The older officer entered into the rectangular room.

Gavin burst into a small fit of laughter. "I'd like to see you try, old man."

"Would you also like to see yourself unemployed? Because, luckily for our robo-cop here, cameras aren't biased like humans. And guess what? There happens to be one right up there," Hank pointed casually up to the corner of the room that showed the square recording device.

Gavin glanced quickly before cursing under his breath and lowering the gun. "Whatever. Not worth the trouble anyway," he stormed out of the room followed by the other woman he was win.

"Mhm, sure," Hank mocked. The human walked over to the refrigerator and pulled a simple bottled water out. "Can't even manage to get some water, huh?" Connor liked to hope that he was simple joking.

Well here it is! I hope you all enjoyed and that it was a decent first attempt. Games are so hard to write about so I hope I did good and that anyone still reading this will want to stick around.