Detroit: Become Human – What a Small World

by Aster Williams

Chapter 002: Night Out

[ Unknown Location ]

Gavin leaned against the high table and sat halfway on the bar stool. His eyes were locked on his phone as he took another sip of his drink. Nervousness was bubbling in his stomach as he was still coming to terms with the fact that he was finally going to meet Niles. He was going to see the man whom he had been dating for almost a year now. Dark brown eyes looked down at the time. Minutes were ticking, his knuckles tapped against the table impatiently. Gavin had canceled all his plans, throwing everything aside to make room for Niles. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. This was his one chance to actually meet his boyfriend – as pathetic as it sounded.

Dark brown eyes glance up at the door every time it creaked open, but none of the patrons had looked anything like Niles. No. That wasn't right. They didn't look like anything Gavin could only imagine Niles would look like. None of them wore outfits that he had seen Niles wear in his photos. In other words, no turtlenecks. There was also the fact that the men were either too tall or too short, too stocky or too thin. All of them weren't Gavin's type. And he could only hope that Niles was his type. Tall, dark, and handsome as the women say. Granted it was wishful thinking, but as Gavin watched the time tick, he made up his mind and came to the conclusion that he didn't care how ugly the man was if it turned out Niles was catfishing him. Gavin could be a good person and look past just looks.

Maybe.

His hand tightened around the drink as he wiped his forehead. Was he this desperate or was he trying to pretend he wasn't an asshole? The clock ticked to ten minutes passed their meet up time.

He took another sip. He ordered another drink. Minutes were continuing to pass and time was slipping by faster and faster. Gavin was halfway through his second drink and there was no sign of the man. Thirty minutes had gone by and the staff and patrons were starting to give him looks of pity. A part of Gavin's mind were sending thoughts of doubt, telling him that he was being stood up. That Niles wasn't actually going to show up and this was all a prank. His heart stung at that thought. It had been eleven months. Eleven fucking months of practically dating this guy and still know nothing about him. All except for knowing that Niles lived in Detroit and loved wearing turtle necks, but was that even true?

Gavin looked down at his phone. Hoping to receive a text saying that the guy was running late. It was courtesy to do so right? So why the fuck didn't Niles-

"Is this seat taken?" a voice caught his attention.

Eyes refocused, snapping Gavin out of his trance as he locked his phone. His mind was still processing everything that was happening after being inside his head for so long. That voice. A familiar voice that sent chills down his spine. He didn't want to listen to his body that told him to run. Gavin didn't want to look up, but force himself to swallow and lift his head.

His eyes locked onto a familiar face, an ever-stoic face that made Gavin's hair stand on its ends. Those soft angles of its jawline, intensity of the it's stare. Gavin's mind was turning its gears as panic was setting in. He was trying to figure out why in god damn's name fucking RK900 was staring at him in the bar. A bar exclusive to humans. Wasn't the plastic prick suppose to obey the laws and not enter the facilities? Didn't Gavin tell him to go and follow fucking Anderson and the other plastic detective?

"What the phck are ya doin' here for, plastic ass?" Gavin managed to choke out as he wet his throat just enough to spit those words. Panic was turning into anger as his mind was racing. He had told RK900 that he had to cancel their plans. And the plastic ass confirmed that they would reschedule it another day. So why the fuck was it here now? Gavin sighed, "I thought I told you I canceled our meeting plastic ass. Didja not get the memo or did that thick metal skull of yours forget somethin' for once?"

Of course, the its face didn't flinch. It never did. No matter how many insults and provocative comments Gavin made towards the RK900 unit, it always would just stare at him. Judging and processing his sentences in a firm daze. And maybe, if Gavin was lucky, that stupid yellow light may flicker to red before settling back onto its calming blue color. that was always the highlight of Gavin's day. However as the seconds passed, Gavin felt like something was off. Eyes narrowed as he took in the RK900's outfit and facial features. The model was sporting a dark high collared shirt instead of that obnoxiously bright white jacket. The fabric was different, softer, and it wasn't a high collared shirt…it was a turtle neck. A turtle neck that Gavin was all too familiar with. His eyes glanced up to see what color that LED was settling in...nothing.

Shit.

Gavin's lips pressed firmly together as his gaze shifted. Fuck. He pulled back his hands as he tried to back away. Fingers tightened around his glass. Fucking shit. Gavin's cheeks were burning as the alcohol was starting to make his whole face hurt. Embarrassment. He slide fully onto the bar stool. Gavin fucked up so badly.

"…shit…Niles, I…" Gavin's voice was weak as his throat started to hurt. Just fucking great.

"Plastic ass is a new one, but I think I prefer Dickwad more," Niles said as he clicked the back of his teeth.

Gavin kept his lips together as he hunkered down. His eyes dared to cast up as he tried to read Nile's facial expressions, to see if Niles took offense or was playing it off. But Nile didn't change, it was stoic, just like the RK900's expressions. It was something that Gavin didn't like about this situation. He wasn't sure if RK900 had suddenly gotten a sense of humor and was pulling a stupid prank on him. After all, who in the world would just look exactly like the plastic prick?

But within moments, Gavin's worry were quickly washed away. He saw those lips curl up ever so slightly into that smirk he hated but loved so much. It was the smirk he would spend hours looking at on his phone late into the night. It was the one that got him hot and bothered when Niles showed a bit more skin than in his usual photos. And it made Gavin's feel a wash of relief but also terror. RK900 nor Connor were ever able to pull off that kind of look, no matter how much the androids tried to replicate human facial expressions…it was always too robotic.

"Did you mistaken me for your android Greed-"

"Gavin," Gavin quickly interjected as he didn't want to be called by his online name. The fake name he put on his dating app profile in order to hide a bit of his identity. He cleared his throat, trying to regain control over himself, "Call me Gavin. And uh yeah…sorry Niles. I uh…you just…"

"Richard," the smirk plastered across Niles' face turned into a smile as he offered his hand.

"Richard," Gavin repeated softly to himself as he took the man's hand. Shit. His hands were sweating at this point. Just fucking perfect. Gavin was fucking this up more than he wanted to, more than he anticipated. Great first impression, yelling at Niles, finding out he looked like RK900 and his hand was dripping with sweat. Perfect. "God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ya know. You just look so goddamn much like...Nines."

"Nines is the android partnered with you I take it."

"Yeah," Gavin leaned against the table as he ran his hands over his face. His cheeks were burning at this point. He wanted to crawl back into a hole, escape this bar and hide under his sheets. Gavin shouldn't have come. Niles-er-Richard was too much like RK900. Fuck. Even his username Niles was like Nines. Why the fuck did he name RK900 Nines? Gavin's eyes peaked up to look at Richard who was still looking at him with that calm yet stoic face. Fuck. How can he change emotions so quickly like that? He cursed.

Fuck.

"Phck, you sure you're not an android?"
"Mmm. I've been described as one before, so who knows. It would depend on who you ask."

What?

"What?"

Gavin blinked for a moment as he processed the comment before it fully registered. First, Gavin realized that he had let his thoughts slip out of his mouth at the perfect time. And second, Gavin snorted obnoxiously loud. The kind of laugh he made when Niles-no-Richard would attempt to make a joke. It was the snort he did when he was in the comfort of his own home where no one knew that he laughed alone on his phone with his online boyfriend for eleven months.

Fuck.

And there was that smile plastered on Richard's face. That half smirk that Gavin found himself falling for all over again. Fuck. Gavin couldn't handle this right now. This situation he found himself in, how he completely fucked up their first interactions and how he was staring at the human version of RK900. It was all too surreal. All to coincidental. All too fast. But, it was alright. Richard seemed to not mind their introduction. At least from the way Richard moved to sit across from him. How Richard didn't take offense. How he was still here.

"I apologize for making you wait Gre-…Gavin. My android was very adamant on accompany me tonight."
"I thought he had to obey your orders."
"He's a GV200, created to be a personal bodyguard. So, he's pretty much attached to me by the hip."
"Oh…how didja manage to get away?"
"I didn't."

Richard nodded towards the entrance as Gavin shifted his gaze over to the window. He couldn't see anyone standing outside. There were too many people in the way and the windows were tinted, obscuring his vision. Not that he wanted to look too hard. He wanted to…spend more time looking at and with Richard.

"He's waiting for me outside. It's a compromise."
"He has you on a tight leash, eh?"
"It isn't too bad. Most of the time he stays out of my hair."
"Well aren't you lucky. Mine makes it his goal to ruffle mine every chance he gets," Gavin mumbled.

"Given your attitude towards him. I can see why he would enjoy provoking you so much," Richard said as Gavin turned his gaze back towards Richard. There was that smirk once again, it seemed like it was his only other expression. But Gavin would take it. He would take that condescending smirk that teased him every night in his dreams. It was better than looking up at a stoic face that had a natural look of disappointment. "You sound like a fun man to tease."

Gavin smiled sheepishly, taking a sip of his drink as he watched Richard order himself something as well. Maybe things weren't going to go so bad. His eyes glanced down at his phone, having felt it vibrate a couple of times. It had to be of Tina, checking up on him making sure that he was having a good time and she was there if he needed an out. But he didn't need it. Niles was real. His real name was Richard. And Richard e was sticking around, even with such a shitty start.

His heart fluttered as he looked up again, seeing those eyes gazing down at him. Looking at him, like he was the only person in this room. Fuck. Gavin didn't know how he landed this guy. A man who put up with his shitty attitude for this long. Who has met him in person AND wasn't taken aback by his personality? Gavin relaxed a bit as he leaned forward.

"So…" Gavin started as he held his glass with both hands. He needed to regain his confidence, his swagger, the strut he walked whenever he walked into work. He was Gavin fucking Reed and he shouldn't be this flustered. "What made you finally decide to meet up with me?"

Fuck. That was not the best conversation starter.

[ Detroit Police Department ]

RK900 stood idly by in the door frame as he observed his older brother and their father talk to the Cyberlife employees. From the information given to him, Dr. Benjamin David was sent to the Detroit Police Department to gather up all androids collected as evidence during his older brother's mission. For what purposes, RK900 did not care to inquiry as his current objective was to follow his family and learn from their interactions.

Focusing on the individuals, RK900's gaze went over to the doctor. The man had no felonies and his hostility and stress levels were low. There was nothing else that proved to be vital to his objective other than to watch and listen. It would take a few minutes of chatter before the doctor would decide to continue on with their mission, but RK900 sensed that they wished to talk to him. Panning his attention over to the doctor, RK900 watched as the doctor looked him up and down.

"Detective Nines," the doctor addressed him.
"Good evening, Dr. David," RK900 responded.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet the RK900. We've heard many promises with your model."
"Yes. I was built to be smarter, more resilient, and equipped with more features than my prede-...brother."

RK900 corrected himself. His brother, the RK900 known as Connor, had insisted using these human terms of familial affection. It was a means of integrating better into human society on an interaction basis. From what his brother had assured him was that humans responded better when androids imitated human intimacy and bonds. And seeing how the doctor's lips curled up into a small smile, it seemed that Connor was correct.

Something about the way RK900 corrected himself had altered the doctor's mood. It was calmer and made the human more interested in RK900. In other words, was more willing to give information and glancing over at his brother, it made Connor pleased as well.

"And how is your experience thus far at the Detroit Police Department?"
"Challenging."
"How so?"
"My partner, Detective Reed, is proving to be an uncooperative individual and difficult to handle."
"Ah, that sounds frustrating."
"Difficulties are unavoidable and I will not let them obstruct my mission."
"Your mission?" the doctor tilted his head.
"Yes."
"And what is your mission?"
"That is classified information, doctor."
"Ah. I understand," the doctor paused before clicking the back of his teeth, "Forgive me for being forward, but have you woken up Detective Nines?"
"I will need clarification doctor. Androids do not wake up in the same way as humans."

The doctor's smile never faded but RK900 understood that he did not give the correct answer. As such, he wouldn't get the clarification he had expressed. Humans were proving difficult to work with when they wanted to withhold information. However, because the doctor's words did not affect his mission, RK900 did not pursue dragging that information out.

"Perhaps I should ask at another time. Shall we go to the evidence room now? I am eager take a look at these androids that have been shut down. I can only hope we can revive them," the doctor said as the three detectives escorted him into the evidence room.

This wasn't the first time RK900 had entered the evidence room. He had been shown around the area by the other officers and was able to do a quick scan of everything. However, RK900 was able to take his time and actually analyze the room. Turning his head, he scanned the room before becoming satisfied and stared at the large wall in front of them. The back light illuminated the silhouettes of two androids. Both of them were propped up on either side of the walls, both damaged and in need of repairs.

RK900 scanned them, identifying them both as PL600 models. One of them registered under the name Daniel and the other one Simon. Both of them were apprehended by Connor and both of them had been badly shot. They were certainly relivable with the right components, their vital bio components were still intact, but the Detroit Police Department were not interested in housing every android they got their hands on. They were just evidence…up until a few days ago.

"Ah, what a pity. It's uncanny to see myself in such a state," the doctor said as he reached up to cup one of the faces of PL600 models. It was a comment that caught RK900's attention. With a quick scan between the doctor and the damaged PL600 models, it turned out that they were completely identical in facial structures and body measurements.

"Sure would be," Lieutenant Anderson muttered as he gave a huff.

"Did Elijah Kamski model the PL600 models after you Dr. David?" Connor asked a question queued up in RK900's memory banks should he have to interrogate the doctor in the future.

"Elijah is a perfectionist. Wanted androids to have that human touch. So when he had to make the first android models, he asked a few close friends to replicate their appearance. Some of us agreed, but never really got to see where he decide to put our faces," the doctor explained as he retracted his hand and let the Cyberlife employees hoist the PL600 models from their mounts. He turned to the three of them, "Well except for me. A reason why I became so popular in such a short time. Becoming a recognizable face in household homes had boosted my career as a psychologist and therapist. Shame they were quickly replaced by the A lines."

"Does it bother you?"
"Not in the slightest. Does it bother you that your features maybe modeled after another human being?"
"I understand that it is human nature to create and relate things to their own image."
"Ah yes, but that did not answer my question, Detective Connor."

There was a long pause as RK900 could clearly see the way Connor was processing the information extensively. The answer was obvious, being that there shouldn't be bothered as the humans put it. There was no need for worry about things that did not affect their mission. Yet, Connor was having trouble answering that question.

"Don't think to hard on it Connor, you have nothing to worry about. You're perfectly unique compared to the rest. One of a kind, well, until you get damaged. Then we try to replace and fix your components for your next body," the doctor smiled that same fake smile.

However, Connor still had a face that was still processing the information until he finally turned his head and looked at the doctor in the eyes. RK900 could tell that Connor was deeply concerned about the random question thrown by the doctor.

"Am I modeled after a specific human?" Connor asked as the doctor smiled.

"No Connor. You are unique. One of a kind, as I said," the doctor assured, but RK900 could tell there was something that the doctor was withholding. He was almost mocking Connor with his answer, teasing him as if he were telling a lie. But RK900 detected no change in breath, no change in his heart rate, there was no indication that the doctor was lying…but even RK900 knew that some humans could lie easily as they told the truth.

"Alright, we didn't come for a philosophical session, doc," Lieutenant Anderson said as he put hand on Connor's shoulder. It made the doctor smile sheepishly and take a step back.

"Of course, I apologize. I'm genuinely curious in android deviancy and hope to find a reason and cause for it," the doctor said as he started to head towards the door. But he stopped to take a last look at Connor, "I hope to continue this discussion back at Cyberlife Connor. We look forward to working with you."

The three detectives watched as the Cyberlife employees exited the building with the damaged PL600s. Walking out and closing the evidence room, RK900 looked over at Connor once more, checking up on his brother's stress levels. They were higher than before, clearly the words of the doctor had bothered him and RK900 had the notion to state his advice for his brother. However, RK900 refrained as it did not concern him or the mission he was tasked.

Walking down the halls, RK900 followed his family towards Hank's car. Connor was currently staying at the Anderson residence and had advised RK900 to stay there as well. As his brother put it, it would help form a better bond and help RK900 adapt to human life more efficiently. Which RK900 agreed with seeing how exposing himself to a human 24/7 would increase his chances of learning human behavior and patterns.

However, before RK900 entered the car, a report was issued to him virtually. His optics strained as information was being processed and downloaded into his head. Once it was fully downloaded and he scanned the report, he straightened up his stance and backed away from the car.

"Did you get a call about your case?" Connor asked as RK900 nodded his head.
"Yes. I will be home late tonight," RK900 answered as he called a cab.
"Prepare yourself with an upset asshole Nines!" Hank called out.
"Be careful, brother," Connor said as he got into the car and the two left RK900 to wait outside the police department.

[ to: Detective Reed ] Detective Reed,
[ to: Detective Reed ] I am informing you that I have received a report pertaining to our case.
[ to: Detective Reed ] I will be picking you up within the next twenty minutes.
[ to: Detective Reed ] Please be prepared to leave when I arrive, this is an urgent matter.
[ to: Detective Reed ] – Nines

[ Unknown Location ]

Their night had been going swimmingly despite their hiccup at the beginning. Slowly Gavin Reed was able to backtrack and regain his confidence and comfort around Richard. He learned how charming the man could be, how much of a smooth talker the guy was, and how much Gavin could (and wanted to) push the man's buttons. Gavin was clearly older than the younger thirty-two year old male, having a good four years on him, so Gavin had seen a few guys that could charm any person into their bed. And for once, Gavin wasn't immune to it as much as he thought.

Perhaps it was because Richard was just up his alley. Tall, dark, and handsome with a touch of stubbornness and charm that toyed with Gavin back – and in a playful banter like Tina. It was refreshing. Also, it helped that Gavin was a sucker for uptight assholes who needed to get knocked down a peg or two. And maybe he had been waiting for this moment for eleven months now. Taking yet another sip of his drink, Gavin smiled again for the thousandth time that night.

"Detective Reed."

A voice interrupted the two patrons as Gavin's smile slowly faded. He knew that voice, and he knew for sure that his date didn't know his last name. Dark brown eyes glanced over to see that crisp white uniform with stark black coloring and immediately knew who it was: RK900. Gavin's eyebrows furrowed in anger and annoyance. He was on a date.

"Tin can," Gavin responded as he straightened his back.
"I apologize for interrupting your night out, but an urgent matter has come up."
"And Anderson couldn't take the call?"
"Lieutenant Anderson and Detective Connor are not assigned to this case."
"And you're not capable of handling it yourse-"
"It would be upsetting to the public if an android solved a case without his human supervisor."
"You plasti-"

"Gavin," Richard interjected the conversation, leaning over and placing a hand on Gavin's arm, "It's fine. I should be going anyways. Curtis is probably worried and might interrupt us himself if I go past a curfew he has set for me."

Gavin frowned, not wanting to stop this enjoyable night no matter how awkward it began. A part of him had hoped he'd be able to convince RK900 to leave Richard and him be. And maybe even convince Richard to spend the night with him, but that was wishful thinking. Gavin sighed as he motioned for the waiter to bring them the bill.

"Sorry Richard," Gavin mumbled as he watched Richard slide his hand down his arm to take his hand.
"It's fine Gavin. I got the bill. It seems like my twin here is getting anxious."
"Richard. I can't do that. At least let me-"
"Send me a message tonight baby, when you're done with work."
"Rich-"

Gavin felt a card be slipped into his hand, his eyes drifted down to see a business card. Did Richard just carry this around with him? Why was he giving him a business card of all the things in the world? Couldn't they just exchanged phone numbers like normal peo-

"Detective Reed, we best get going," RK900 insisted. Right. Fucking androids.
"Shut it tin-"

Richard squeezed his hand, stopping Gavin from continuing the sentence. Dark brown eyes glanced over to look up into those piercing gray eyes. It was like he was being told to settle down or else he'd be in trouble. Gavin pressed his lips together, eyes widened slightly. He froze before taking a deep breath, holding it and let out a defeated sigh. Gavin didn't want to end the night with a sour note. He had already fucked up the beginning, and he damn was sure wasn't going to fuck up the end if he could help it.

"Go Gavin. I'll reward you if you're a good boy," Richard whispered softly as those lips curled up into a soft smile. A reassuring smile, not that condescending smirk that got Gavin all riled up at night. It made Gavin's heart skip a beat, not even minding the pet names Richard was littering into his speech.

"Detective Reed," RK900 snapped Gavin out of his trance.
"Alright, alright. Calm your tits Nines," Gavin spat out as he pressed his lips together in defeat.

He pulled his hand away, shoved the card into his jacket pocket, and hopped down from the stool. His head was still wrapping around the pet names, how Richard said those words out loud so easily. It was making his chest flutter and Gavin prayed to God that no one else heard Richard's words even though he knew damn well that RK900 was well equipped with that level of hearing. But, as embarrassing as knowing his android partner could read exactly how Gavin was feeling, Gavin really really wanted to know his reward.

It was rare for Richard to even suggest a reward as it was usually a picture of something that wasn't a smirk or a turtleneck. The first he had gotten was a picture of Richard's after workout torso and Gavin remembered how much he had masturbated to that picture. The second and last reward he had gotten for sharing that picture of him curling up around a pillow two nights ago was rewarded with this date.

He gave one last look over at Richard.

"I'll text you when I'm done," Gavin's tone shifted as he talked to Richard. His eyes still looking up, wanting to lean over and kiss the man but refrained. It was their first date, and his co-worker was standing right next to them – the fucking bastard that it was.

"I look forward to it."
"yeah, uh…thanks for uh…meeting up with me."
"The pleasure is all mine Gavin."

And Richard leaned in, pressing his lips against Gavin's cheek, giving his hand a squeeze before sending Gavin off. Gavin could feel the place where Richard's lips touch start to burn as he followed RK900 out the bar doors.

He looked down and pulled the card out of his pocket. He turned it over and over to see what Richard was all about. But as expected, there wasn't much. Nothing more than a crisp white business card with Richard's name first name, email address, and a phone number. And the logo of Cyberlife in the corner…what?

Gavin got into the cab, shook his head. Slowly typing Richard into his contacts, Gavin shoved the card back into his pocket and leaned back. A hand went to push back his hair. He closed his eyes. Gavin can deal with this whole Cyberlife issue later. He had to focus on work now, with his plastic ass partner who looked so much yet nothing like Richard. His hand slide down, touching the place that Richard had kissed. His eyes looked over at RK900.

"Phck."
"Is there something wrong Detective Reed?"

A blush was sent across his cheeks as he forced himself to scowl.

"Shut it, up tin can."
"Understood Detective. You seem to be in a sour-"
"I said shut it!"

Fucking androids.

[ the Stern Residence ]

Their drive back to his house was silent. Richard and the GV200 didn't dare speak to each other unlike the car ride to his date. The traffic itself had caused a fifteen-minute delay and the back and forth arguing for the android had taken up another fifteen. Richard didn't have the time to sent Gavin a text that he would be late, but things turned out alright. He realized how desperate and socially awkward the man was and seeing how the detective had stayed despite Richard being thirty minutes late…it made Gavin even more desirable.

Gavin had turned out to be exactly his type: eager to please, provocative, unfiltered, and begging to be disciplined. Their introduction to one another was rough, not that it bothered Richard. Seeing the raw side of Gavin he held towards people he was familiar with was refreshing. In fact it impressed Richard. The rudeness, the hostility, Richard could understand why the RK900 model would provoke the detective as Gavin claims. It was amusing.

But even more, Gavin was the type of lover that Richard needed. Richard needed a lover that was more interested in him than he was in them. Selfish, but Richard knows his own personality and it was for the best. He needed someone who understood that Richard always put work first, then after that it was his own health, and then everything else – including his lovers. Richard had a tendency to stay up late hours into the night, coding and revising his work. He had to look for bugs in his programs and often forgot that he was human. So he needed a lover that was self-sacrificing, easily pleased by just even the slightest amount of attention. He needed someone who could pretend like nothing has changed when Richard remembered he was with someone.

His eyes glanced over at the GV200 unit. The one put under his care until Ethan was able to take the bodyguard away from him and the GV200 unit could to its job, protect the more active of the Stern siblings. Richard pulled his bottom lip gently as turned his attention away from the GV200 and looked out the window. Patience. Richard can wait a few more hours, wait for Gavin to text him. He can satisfy his needs in just a few more hours.

"Curtis," Richard said as soon as the door to the house closed behind them.
"Richard."
"How similar are you to the human you're modeled after?"
"Less than five percent."

Richard frowned at that answer.

"Elaborate."
"I am an android, Richard. At least ninety percent of my entire body is different to any human."

Richard closed his eyes and inhaled. Right, sometimes androids were far too literal even for Richard.

"I meant on a visual level, Curtis."
"Then I am a ninety-five percent identical copy of the pictures Elijah had on file."

Pictures?

"And the other five percent?"
"I am not a Traci model, Richard."
"Oh."

Richard paused as he realized what the GV200 was implying. Clearly he had forgotten that the majority of androids were not equipped for sexual interactions. Richard turned on his feet, walking over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before settling himself down onto the couch. He rested his elbows on his knees, rubbing his face as he thought about the night's events. Richard was still shocked to find out that GReed, the person he had been talking to almost a year now, was the human that provided the GV200 model's body and facial features.

No. That wasn't quite right.

He was shocked that GReed was the one that provided the body and facial features of the GV200 known as Curtis. The android unit specifically modeled after the mysterious Elijah Kamski's younger half-brother.

Detective Gavin Reed
GReed
Capitalization of the GR in greed
G. Reed

Richard's lips curled up at the fact that Gavin was transparent in his bluntness. Gavin was too trusting, too easily swayed by the simplest of things. It was endearing in a way. It was one of the more charming aspects of Gavin's character and kept Richard invested in the man. It was cute to see such a rugged man get flustered, to see that self-confident composure stripped away within mere moments. However, the few seconds of appreciation towards Gavin was short lived as Richard allowed his thoughts dwell back on what happened that night.

The accuracy Elijah was able to replicate not only Richard's own body and facial structures with the RK900 model, but also the GV200's as well, caused an level of appreciation and fear. Richard had actually thought that the GV200 had somehow snuck inside the bar without his knowledge and was pretending to be GReed in order to keep a better eye on him. But Richard was quick to deduce that it was not within the android's protocol and doubted the GV200 had any interest in messing with Richard's head. And even more so…Richard saw the scar across Gavin's nose. It was different than the one on the GV200, it had faded just a little and changed with the lighting.

Richard took a sip of his water before looking over at the GV200 unit standing in the corner of the room like it was instructed. It was standing straight up, hands folded behind its back and staring off into the distance despite Richard knowing the android kept him in its peripheral vision.

Curiosity was starting to get the best of him. Richard's initial fascination with the GV200 model was blossoming once more now that he had a personal connection with it. Lips curled down as Richard remembered that he was supposed to be waiting for Gavin to text him. Surely Richard could wait a few hours to continue their conversation before they were interrupted. Perhaps Richard could even allude to getting some more pictures from the lovesick puppy, but Richard's eyes were still looking over at the GV200.

Richard was not a patient person, and a part of him was proud of himself for not rushing things too quickly with Gavin. In his past relationships, Richard was fare too hasty and had gone through many lover quicker than he'd like to admit. But none of it was his fault, they got boring too quickly. After having so many relationships with a diverse amount of people, the relationships had gotten repetitive and it turned out people weren't as interesting as they'd like to think they were. And even Richard was sure that Gavin would bore him as well.

But something new had came up. Something that threw a beat to this dance he had been dancing repeatedly. There was a new player, a new dance partner standing in the corner of the room. His attention was fully focused on the GV200 unit. The identical copy of what Gavin Reed use to look like.

"Curtis."
"Richard."
"Come over here."

The android walked across the room, moving to stand between Richard's legs while looking down at him and awaited orders. The GV200 unit folded its hands behind its back, feet planted shoulder width apart. It was obedient. Richard leaned back, looking up as he narrowed his eyes. He could see the resemblance, what Gavin use to look like at whatever point in time he had a facial and body scan done by Cyberlife.

"Strip."

It was a strange command. Half of him thought that the android would go deviant suddenly, asking him why Richard would order it such a command when it wasn't a Traci model. A part of Richard expected the android to outright state that it was not programed to do such a thing. Half of Richard forgotten that he was talking to an obedient robot and not a human with feelings. In order words, not the easily flustered Gavin Reed. So when the GV200's LED flickered to a yellow and then back to a blue, Richard's eyes widened for a moment as the android started to take off its jacket. Richard swallowed some saliva, not expecting the android to do such a task to it so quickly and so practiced.

Within moments, Richard was staring at a completely nude android. His gray colored eyes blinked, taking in the pigment of the android's shell. There were areas that indicated scars, the discoloration that littered the android's body was something that Richard could only imagine were also on Gavin. No. He knew that Gavin had those same scars, more than his android replica had right now. And Richard had the pictures to prove it, and he had studied those photos almost obsessively. He liked knowing every inch of his partner's bodies. It truly fascinated him.

Richard reached out, brushing his fingers against the GV200's body. It was cool to the touch, not warm like a human or other android. It wasn't built to work along side humans it was built to protect them, so the wiring for changing temperature wasn't equipped to mimic a human's touch. And as his fingers slide over the scars, there were no divots or bulges. It was completely smooth. Another thing that set the android apart from a human. Richard's lips curled downwards at the realization of this. Reality was hitting him. He was staring at a nude android, clear of any actual scars and body hair. His eyes drifted towards the android's stomach. No hair. Completely bare. No permanent damage. Yet Richard also knew he didn't always need a human's touch. Any imitation satisfied his desires and urges as well. After all, he wasn't that upset that he was looking at a replica.

"Curtis."
"Richard"
"On your knees."

Richard leaned back, letting the android kneel down between his legs. It sat up nicely, perfectly, like it was trained to do this. Richard looked down into those dark brown eye. He reach out to hold the android's face gently. His eyes focused, studying the face, seeing every curve and slope. It was too perfect. The lashes and individual hair on the android's eyebrows. All of it was perfectly implemented. Richard's fingers rubbed against the android's cheek bones, sliding down to rub its lips against the pad of his thumb.

"Did you happen to get a good look at my date tonight?" Richard questioned.
"Yes."
"You realize who he is, correct?"
"Gavin Reed. Detective at the Detroit Police Department. Threat level: Moderately high."
"He's the one you are modeled after."
"Yes. Gavin Reed. Half-brother of Elijah Kamski. Detective at the-"
"How long have you known this?"
"Since I was in the care of my first owner."
"And you are able to adjust your pigmentation?"
"Yes."
"Change it to what Gavin Reed looks like currently."
"I only visual records of his facial features."

Richard frowned as he removed his hand and leaned back. He had some pictures, so they would work right? The GV200 said that Elijah had used pictures and not body scans. Digging his phone out of his pocket, he navigated towards the files he had saved of Gavin Reed before handing the phone towards the android.

"Only save the images within that folder and replicate them," Richard ordered.

He leaned back, taking another sip of his water as he kept his eyes on the GV200. It had closed its eyes, processing the information before letting the new pigment wash over its exterior frame. The way androids were able to change their skin color, their hair color, and some even their eye color, never ceased to amaze Richard. Mostly because it was satisfying to see the new pigment color wash over them. It was fascinating to watch.

Richard watched carefully as new scars appeared and others faded. Clearly there had been some changes since the last time Gavin had given Elijah his body scan, not that he minded at all. And with the GV200 unit complete with the update, Richard's eyes met with those dark brown ones. The android lacked the emotion that Gavin held, pupils weren't dilated but instead focused strictly on Richard, analyzing him rather than looking at him in fondness.

"Is this satisfactory?"
"Yes."

[ Gavin Reed's Residence ]

As soon as Gavin got home, he immediately slipped off his shoes and loosened his clothing. He flopped on his bed, tired from everything that had happened that day and just wanted to go to sleep. But first, he wanted his reward. During the entire case, Gavin couldn't help but wonder what Richard was planning. He never had felt so unprofessional in his life. Sure he was a jackass at times, and can be hot tempered, but he always stayed within his limits. He did his job, and did it well. But, tonight he felt like a teenager who had just been released from school and could now just talk to his boyfriend all night long.

[ to: Richard ] I'm home. Where's my reward?"

Gavin grinned greedily. God he felt too giddy, when was the last time he felt like this? When was the last time he had felt this way this entire night. Gavin rubbed his face as he tried to calm himself down. This night was more eventful than the time he had caught Connor in the evidence room. Shit. He didn't want to remember that night, the plastic ass pissed him off-

[ Incoming call Richard ]

Gavin almost dropped his phone as his heart started to race. Richard was calling him. Gavin was not prepared, but his body was acting faster than his brain. He clicked the end call button and dropped his phone. His hands freezing where they were before his face burned up. Fuck. He just hung up on Richard. But time didn't stop…

[ Incoming call Richard ]

Gavin quickly picked up the phone and made sure to click the accept call button. Pressing his phone to his ear, he opened his mouth only to have nothing come out. What was he suppose to say? How as he suppose to start this conversation? He just hung up on the guy.

"Speechless I see," Richard said with a slight chuckle in his voice, "How was work?"
"Good, good," Gavin choked out, cursing himself for his stutter.
"Based on your text, I can assume you were a good boy? Not giving my twin any trouble?"
"Yes. No. I mean…yes."
"I take that as a no."
"You know me, Rich. I was…"
"A bad boy."
"Can you stop calling me-"
"I thought you liked the nickname, considering how flustered you were at the bar."
"Yeah but, Richard. It's awkward hearing it out loud."
"Is there another nickname you want me to call you then?"
"I uh…well…."
"We'll work on it," Richard said as there was a pause.

Gavin wasn't sure how he was feeling about this sudden change in tone. He, for one, wasn't expecting Richard to flat out call him. And he certainly wasn't use to being called…that of all things. It was one thing in text, and a completely other thing to hear it out loud. It was too kinky. At the bar, Gavin was feeling whiplash between being angered and calm when it came to RK900 and Richard so the nickname flew under his radar. But now that he was home alone, with no RK900 to bother him, Gavin pressed his lips together.

"Maybe just stick to…babe?" Gavin chimed in softly.
"If that's alright with you, babe," Richard repeated the nickname.
"Ah…um…"
"It's a work in progress."

Gavin rubbed the back of his neck as he flopped on the bed. It had been a long while since he had a relationship, hearing Richard say such different pet names was awkward as nothing fit right. It was too awkward or too kinky. It didn't feel…natural.

"Why don't you tell me how it went then?"
"I can't go into detail on a live case."
"Well then why not tell me more about your relationship with the RK900, Nines wasn't it?"
"Yeah, Nines. I mean, what is there to say about it?"
"Plenty. The case went well I presume?"
"Yeah. Wrapped it up quick. The plastic ass is very efficient, can see why Hank likes Connor so much."
"Growing a soft spot for him then?"
"He lets me get home early, nothing else."
"I see."
"How's your android? Did it scold ya?"
"Oh no no. He doesn't make much of a fuss as yours. He's sitting down nice and pretty, not bothering me at all."

There was a distinct pause in their conversation as Gavin wasn't sure if he actually wanted to bring Richard's card up at this point in their relationship. He knew Cyberlife was just a whole big can of worms that Gavin didn't want to open just yet. However, Richard had given Gavin his business card and there were so many questions Gavin wanted to ask.

"Hey…about your card."
"What about it?"
"You're employed by Cyberlife?"
"Yes. I worked closely with Elijah Kamski on developing the AI coding for the androids."
"You know Eli-...E-jah personally?"

There was a pause. Fuck. Please don't catch his slip up.

"Yes? Is there a problem with-"
"NO! Just uh, I know that Elijah's the CEO, former-er-now CEO, and stuff. I'm just uh…surprised you know him…personally."
"Well, we're in the same department of sorts. So it's inevitable we'd know each other."

"Right right," Gavin said as he curled up around his pillow. He was tempted to ask Richard what Elijah had said about him. How Elijah was doing and what he was doing now. Gavin had lost contact with his half-brother and as soon as he heard that the CEO of Cyberlife was Elijah, Gavin had kinda shut himself out of everything Cyberlife and android related. The less he knew the better, but he still was curious of how his half-brother was doing. After all they were still brothers.

"Is that why RK900 looks like you so much?"
"Yes. Elijah modeled the newer RK models after my brother and I."
"Your brother?"
"Yes, my twin brother and I were the basis of the RK700 through RK900 models."
"Oh. Isn't it weird knowing your doppelganger is a detective running around?"
"Not particularly."
"What if one of them frames you for murder?"
"I have faith in our justice system to tell an android from a human, detective."
"Yeah, but pretty soon we won't..."

"Gavin," Richard sighed as Gavin pressed his lips together. It was probably best to steer away from this topic in the future. He didn't want to argue their different points of views right when he got off work and was getting ready for bed. "There's nothing to worry about. The androids have proven that they just want peace and don't have ill intents."

"That's what we all say," Gavin rolled his eyes.
"Gavin," Richard growled.
"I know I know…I just...wouldn't know what would happen if I had a robo-ass running around the city with my face plastered on it."
"Elijah would have had to do a full face and body scan for that to happen Gavin."
"Eh?"
"The likely hood of you having a robotic twin is very unlikely."
"I know I know, but I'm just sayin' I'd be unsettled."
"I see."

Gavin closed his eyes as he wanted to switch subjects.

"Anyways, is this what you consider my reward Richard?"
"Well yes, unless you had something specific in mind."

There were undertones of teasing that Gavin could hear in Richard's voice. And as much as Gavin's dirty thoughts were urging him to maybe get Richard to engage in some dirty talk with him…Gavin just didn't have the energy to do so.

"Just stay on the line until I fall asleep?" Gavin asked.
"Alright, if that's what you want."
"Shit let me brush my teeth first though," Gavin groaned as he forgotten that he was still in his work clothes.
"Were you that eager to get your reward you messaged as soon as you got home?"
"I wasn't expecting a call, ya dipshit."
"Oh? Please do elaborate what you thought it would be."

Gavin flustered as he tried to prevent his thoughts from anything perverted. He really didn't think much of the rewards, often he liked being surprised especially because he didn't want to be disappointed. However, as he dragged his shirt off his chest and changed into something more comfortable, he picked up his phone again to answer.

"Thought it'd just be another pic or somethin' like that."
"Mmm but we are well past that point."
"Didn't think you'd give me your phone number."
"Again, well past that point after meeting each other in person Gavin."
"Hold up."

Gavin set his phone down, putting it on mute as he brushed his teeth. He looked up at his face in the mirror. He certainly looked exhausted despite having spruced himself up for his date earlier that evening. Work really did take a lot out of him, or perhaps it was wrapping his mind around the fact that his boyfriend worked with his half-brother. How much did he know? Did Elijah even talk about him? Gavin shook the thoughts out of his mind as he went back to his bed. Curling up and un-muting himself, he got comfortable in the comfort of his bed. He'll shower in the morning.

"Still can't believe you met up with me."
"I did say that I would let you know as soon as I had free time."
"Right right."
"Go sleep Gavin. I'll stay on the line until you fall asleep."
"Alright. You working as well or sleeping?"
"Working. But sleep Gavin. Good night."
"Night, Rich."

If Gavin concentrated enough, he could hear the typing of Richard's computer. Always working huh? Richard did say that some people had called him a robot, it was almost cute.