Hey guys! This is the first time I've written in ages due to poor mental health but I played Detroit: Become Human a couple weeks after it came out and it hasn't left my mind since. That's why I am now in love with yet another fictional character and had to write about him. So here is my Connor RK800 X Reader Fic which has been heavily edited and beta read by my bro and best friend. Enjoy!

The bullet tore through your left shoulder before you could even finish your order for him to stand down, tearing through your muscles and causing a screech to leave your mouth. It had been a crazy few months; coming out of the academy, the peaceful revolution, meeting him, but this really took the biscuit. Everything went quiet around you as you expected to feel the thud of the concrete floor below you.

But it never came.

Instead two gentle hands came under your armpits and rested on your stomach and placed you onto the floor.

You made eye contact with the android who had occupied your thoughts ever since you entered the precinct. The one who had changed Hank's view on his people. His speckled brown eyes didn't stay with yours for very long as they darted around your limp body until they settled on the scarlet hole in your chest. Scrabbling at his neck, he removed his perfectly knotted tie and bundled it onto the wound with a pressure that nearly suffocated you, but you knew you wouldn't survive without it.

"What were you thinking [y/n]?!" Connor's voice was the first clear thing you heard and could make sense of. Soft and harsh at the same time.

"Aye, 'tis but a scratch." You tried to get out the joke with a small laugh but nothing came out but a wheezy cough and a croak.

"I can think of over 4000 situations where that quote would be applicable but now is not one of them [y/n]. Just don't talk. Please."

The hurt was evident in his voice but why, you were just a colleague to him. It was the first time you noticed how his LED was flashing a violent red, matching the colour of your shirt. You'd seen it go yellow when he was contemplating a case or confused by the comments Hank makes but never this.

All around you was a commotion. Red and blue lights from first responders reflected off of Connor. There were paramedics trying (and failing) to push Connor off, the android refusing to leave your side for the fear that you may not survive and the last moment he spent with you would be in some dilapidated warehouse in a pool of your own blood.

"Oi plastic, you need to let go of them or they won't make it" ordered a paramedic. The thought of Connor having to leave you did strike a nerve, there were so many criminals left to catch and that one cold case that you was your first assignment together needed to be solved for your pride's sake.

Your eyes started to flutter shut and all you could hear, above the frantic calls for IV's and other medical apparatus, was Connor muttering over and over again but none of it sat in your mind until just before you fell into darkness.

"Please rA9...please...let them be alright."

===========Two months earlier==========

"Lieutenant. There seems to be a human at my desk." He gestured toward you sitting in the desk opposite Hank with your earphones in on full, scribbling furiously on a post-it note with a determined look on your face.

"Yes Connor. That is our newest team member. Detective [y/l/n]. They'll be joining us from now on."

"Oh. Okay then lieutenant. Should I introduce myself?"

"Well that would help if you wanted to get anywhere." The lieutenant smiled mischievously, glancing towards you, still unaware with your surroundings.

Connor stuttered with his LED flashing yellow trying to decipher what his friend and father figure really meant.

"Yes, of course lieutenant. Good idea. That is a preferable way to start a good professional relationship."

"Yeahhhh, professional." Hank let out a low laugh and went to go get a coffee from the break room.

You felt a soft tap on your shoulder and it took all your effort not to scream. As you turned your head your eyes met his. They were a deep brown colour with flecks of lighter brown in them. Your eyes slowly travelled around his perfectly symmetrical face, not an imperfection on it that was not intended with slight freckles for realism. He was beautiful. You were brought out of your trance when he started to talk.

"Hello, I'm Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife. Nice to meet you." He extended a perfect hand to you that you rushed to grab and shake awkwardly. When your hands met you swear you saw a flash of yellow but it was so quick you couldn't be sure.

"Uh, hi I'm [y/n] [y/l/n]. First day on the job. I'm not intruding am I?" Panic started to set in as you didn't want to offend the man(?) before you.

Connor contemplated kicking you out of his desk and into another free one but for some reason he didn't want you to leave. That's something he'll have to analyse later he thought.

"No, it's okay Detective [y/n] we can share." The right corner of his mouth rose slightly into a smirk which you recipiated with a smile which was soon wiped off when Hank came back and sat down abruptly. Your heart was still thumping from that little interaction with the robot. How was he so human? How was he so adorable? You were already in too deep.

"What are you two smiling about?" So much for timing.

You begin to stutter out a response when Connor jumps in.

"Just sorting out working arrangements lieutenant. Speaking of, I've just gotten a report of a homicide downtown, similar situation to the one last week. We should go." Connor looked at you reassuringly to involve you and seemingly to make sure that you knew he was talking to you too.

"Connor what have I said to you about calling me that. We've been through enough to be on a first name basis. But you're right, [y/n] get your vest on; we've got a dead body to look at."

"I call shotgun!" The exclamation from the android surprised you, making you let out a startled laugh and point a worried glance to the Lieutenant, hoping that you weren't in a fever dream and imagined it.

"It's something I have observed partners in law enforcement doing when more than three detectives present. I hope you don't mind [y/n], but it is my turn to sit in the seat known as 'shotgun'." The air-quotation marks around 'shotgun' invited butterflies into your stomach, even though you were essentially being promoted to the back seat, you didn't seem to care.

When you arrived at the scene, you were about to open the door to Hank's car but were beaten to it by the eager android.

Blushing slightly you managed to mumble a sincere thank you to him, feeling Hank's eyes on the two of you. You walk briskly ahead into the house surrounded by holographic police tape.

"What was that all about?" Hank gravely asked Connor whilst pulling him aside.

"What do you mean lieu- Hank?" There was a faint blue blush to him that was only visible to the android eye, luckily for Connor.

"The smiling, the staring, the holding the door open for [y/n]. If I didn't know any better I'd say you had a crush." Hanks demeanor softened and gave Connor a knowing look.

Connor's LED flashed red, catching Hank's eye.

"I don't know what you mean. I'm just adapting to human unpredictability, it's one of my features. You should know this." Connor knew he sounded defensive but couldn't help it.

Hank gave a suspicious look then followed the android into the house.

"Glad you two finally decided to show up." You smiled at the two, it was clear something was said outside because Connor avoided your eyes and Hank just laughed.

"Oh-kay then." You muttered awkwardly. "The victim was drowned, no where near to water but there are signs of a struggle, the chair was pushed over and there is skin under the victims nails. I'm assuming waterboarding is the cause of death because of how closely it's linked to the other cases. Orchid on the chest and origami figure in the left hand." You take a deep breath after the lengthy explanation but the two men seemed impressed.

"Good work [y/n] we'll make a detective out of you yet" Hank laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder and walked past to talk to one of the forensic officers.

"Indeed, good work Detective [y/l/n]" Connor motioned to do the same just as you began to turn, causing his large hand to grab your chest.

Shit. Shit.

You both stood there for a second. Shocked. Connor quickly withdrew his hand as if the contact had burnt him, the blue blush now extremely visible on his face.

"I...I am terribly sorry Detective...I'll go talk to the lieutenant…" Connor stuttered and all but ran away from you.

Did he just stutter? Moreover, did he just grab your chest? And why didn't it bother you. rA9 you were in deep.

After a couple hours at the scene and a couple more filing paperwork, a group of officers from the precinct decided to take you out for a welcome drink at the local bar for going to your first crime scene.

"Good job today, kid." Hank said in a raised voice due the the mumble in the bar. "Hell you even managed to get Connor out and the guy can't even drink!" Hank used his beer bottle to gesture to the android standing awkwardly in the corner.

You laugh awkwardly and smiled at Connor, who by chance was looking at you already, and smiled back.

"I guess I should go talk to him and thank him for coming." You say happily to Hank who was quickly becoming a close friend.

"I'm sure he'd love that." Hank said suspiciously and winked as you walked away.

You thought that comment strange but all rational thought left your mind when you walked over to Connor and saw him in his less formal attire. He was wearing his usual black skinny jeans but with a black shirt with a few buttons undone. God he looked incredible.

Picking your jaw off the ground he spoke. "Hello [y/n]. How are you?"

"Not bad Connor, you?" A few months ago the question would have been seen as odd, but now it was widely recognised that androids did in fact have emotions and can feel empathy, it was only polite.

"Quite good actually, this has been an enjoyable evening."

An awkward silence passed over you and the two of you stood there. You both opened your mouths at the same time to speak until you let Connor continue first.

"I just wanted to apologize again about the crime scene, it was never my intention to-"

You stop Connor before he can say anymore.

"I know, Connor, don't worry. I won't be filing any sexual harassment claims at you yet." You winked, trying to lighten the mood. Connor just looked at you confused with his LED spinning yellow until it reached a solid blue, apparently understanding your comment to be humorous.

"Thank you very much [y/n] It can be our secret." If you hadn't been staring, you wouldn't have seen it but did he just wink? You're sure he did but he couldn't have. Maybe you just had too much to drink.

Two shots of straight vodka and a welcome round of beer later you decided to say your goodbyes stating that "Not all of us can turn up after noon" which got you a "Fuck off" from Hank.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." You shouted cheerfully. As you turned Connor was merely inches from your face.

"How are you getting home detective?" The question was short, precise and with no slurring which the same could not be said for you after a night of drinking.

"I'll walk, I only live across town."

"I'll take you." Connor said abruptly. "It's too late for you to be walking home alone.

Shocked at his offer, you could only nod in agreement as you grabbed your belongings and followed him outside.

A blast of wind greeted your body as you stepped outside, instinctively wrapping your arms around your body.

"Bloody cold eh?" Realising your mistake you opened your mouth to apologise but stopped when you felt a warm jacket surround you. It smelt like sandalwood and alcohol and him in general. It was like being shrouded in safety.

"I thought you'd need this more than I do." He looked down at you and smiled, the height difference apparent now but not unwelcome.

You whispered a thank you to him and wrapped your arms around his upper left arm and walked home.

As the weeks past the three of you got closer and there were more and more cases of the 'Origami Killer' that continued to stump the group until one bit of evidence blew the case open. Leading you to an abandoned warehouse.

It all happened so quickly. The team broke down the doors and covered all the exits in unison, torches on guns illuminating the dusty rooms. You spotted the man identified as Scott Shelby, the Origami Killer but the bullet tore through your left shoulder before you could even finish your order for Connor to stand down, tearing through your muscles and causing a screech to leave your mouth.